Saturday, May 29, 2010

Hanging Out For A Bus

John and i hit the bus stand in Tsumeb just after 8am this morning. We wait, we wait and then we wait some more. Nothing comes. By 9.30 we vow to take the first bus that comes along. Destiny seems to dictate that first bus coming in at 10.15 is a minibus to Windhoek. I would be prepared to hang on, but John’s 70 year old legs won’t put up with any more so i acquiesce and we jump aboard.

John is only 5 foot 5” but even he feels cramped by the bus. Being 6 foot 2” and mostly legs it seems a form of masochistic torture. I meditate as best i can for the five and a half hour journey despite the blaring African music pumped out on the rickety sound system.

My legs take time to unfold and re-circulate as we hop from bus to taxi and return back to Chameleon Backpackers. At least we are given a very warm welcome return. We check the availability of the shuttle buses heading to Swakopmund tomorrow, but both companies are fully booked. We are also unable to get a confirmed room in the town so we will check again tomorrow, before taking a local bus to the coast.

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