Feeling infinitely better to be back out on an open road, meandering among hills, mountains, and expansive desert. Now this is Namibia!

Deceptively minor gravel ridges slithered over the road for most of the route.  If your front tire unexpectedly drifts over one ridge when you’re eyeballing zebra and your rear tire remains on the wrong side of the ridge, your bike morphs into a Nebraskan tornado until you tame the beast with some liberal throttle application to straighten out the front wheel.  And of course, there’s the low speed sandy turnarounds that get us all at some point.

It was a full day standing on the pegs, whisking over corrugation and powering out of unstable surfaces, but the always evolving horizon kept the fatigue at bay and lured us on to the dunes of Sossusvlei!

Animal count for the day- 23 Baboons, 6 Kudu