We left Luderitz behind after another great cooked breakfast. As soon as we hit the long road back to Aus, the 2 Daves took off out of sight as Gareth struggled with the wind. Then the Yamaha got another flat so Pierre had to take the bakkie off road so the bike could be loaded onto the trailer with just 3 people. One hairy pitstop later we were off to Aus for a quick break before leaving the asphalt behind again and heading south for Rosh Pinah which turned out to be another mining town (this time zinc). The campsite was down a track about 17km off the main road and the boys made it there before Charlotte had to bring them back – the trailer had packed in again. They had gone on ahead to a guesthouse in the town so the bikes spent about half an hour roaming the streets before ending up back at the petrol station where we started. The guesthouse was about 50m round the corner up an alley.
We finally got ushered in through a security gate and found the trailer surrounded by locals – more bush mechanics. It was then that we realised this was no ordinary guesthouse. We each had en suite rooms in the accommodation block beside the swimming pool and bar which had a huge screen showing the rugby and pool tables and dart board (where Lauren worried a few of the locals) and restaurant (where Lauren confused the waitress with talk of her taglatellycarbanaaara). This place was amazing! Pure luxury again. It’s tough being a missionary.
Charlotte took a dip in the (freezing) pool while the rest got showered and changed. Then it was to the bar to watch the match followed by dinner in the restaurant. Pretty soon it was time for bed but the boys weren’t finished yet. Back to the bar for a few games of pool and the disco. Anyone for Eurovision style songs? Well the locals loved it. Pretty soon they were dancing all round the bar. I say dancing – it was more like a weird mating ritual you would see on a nature programme. Eventually the men just picked the women up and carried them around for a bit. Speaking of being picked up, DaveW made a friend. Boris. He’s quite butch is Boris. Reckon he could pick Dave up for a wee dance. He may even have tried. Safe to say Dave will be worried if he ever has to go back…
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