Tuesday, December 4, 2007

October 19, 2007: Etosha Park, Namibia

We hustled into Etosha at first light with pirate flag flying and music blaring,
Jase works the flag:scaring the other tourists in the overland trucks gathered meekly in neat lines at the park entrance. We long ago accepted the fact that BiRT always attracts attention and have embraced the attitude of going in with guns blazing. Perhaps that's why half the animals in the park ran off as soon as we entered the gates.
Typical Etosha scene:Actually, very few animals scampered off at the sight of BiRT, probably because many of the park watering holes were man made and conveniently located along the road. Ahh, nature at its best. But, no matter, we were there to see animals regardless of how natural the habitat was and we saw plenty over the course of the day. No good lion shots, but here are a couple of other animals you may recognize.
The arty black and white shots:




The very rare Siamese triplet wildebeast?:
Giraffes have a serious drinking problem:
Initially, we were so excited to see anything that we took photos regardless of how far away the animals were.
Joe and giraffe:
Those are elephants waaaaay out there:
Emma takes aim at some zebra and antelope:
After a few hours, however, it became more amusing to take pictures of the other tourists. Then, a few hours after that phase, no one could be bothered to even sit up to look at anything.
The scene on top of BiRT:Perhaps it was the heat.

Later in the day we drove to Etosha Pan, which is a huge salt flat similar to the Great Salt Lake.
Flat and salty: The sun reflecting off the white salt flats was, I imagine, what it must be like to sit in the middle of a supernova, and the heat and light went straight to our heads. The inevitable dares ensued, resulting in us all revealing a bit too much to some other overland trucks. After they took photos of us, of course.
On BiRT before things got out of control:
Practicing my handstand:
Bob and Drew took it to the next level and risked sunburn to their entire bodies while racing around. I'm sure the neighboring busload of German tourists wound up with a number of rather interesting pictures.

Suffering from heat exhaustion and no longer responding to David's shouts of "Rhino!," we set off once again for Botswana, which we needed to drive through in order to get to Zimbabwe.

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