The Great Africa Balloon Adventure - ATLANTIC OCEAN!

And since we arrived at sunset Adam drove straight to the TUG bar on the beach and ordered drinks. The town is Swakopmund and offers further architectural surprises, and a simply magnificent opportunity to clean up, listen to the Atlantic breakers and ponder over why the brakes failed in the middle of a dramatic bit of rocky terrain where the road meandered alarmingly.

The loud music emerging from some loudspeaker drowned her cries for help and we understood why she reappeared very shaken and ashen faced as she told us how she successfully fought off not 1 but 3 muggers who grabbed her purse. One of the guys was the security guard! Jess is the one responsible for 'holding the folding' so we were relieved - and mightily impressed - at her diligence in regaining possession of all that loot!
It was the only example of violence we have witnessed in the whole trip so we were glad to leave that town behind. Hindsight tells me it would be wrong to tar the whole town with that brush - I do look forward to re-visiting Windhoek on our final leg, but we shall avoid the suburbs.

The endless flat sand which eventually replaced the interesting rocky passes was beautiful in it's own unique way. But I'm glad we had music to fend off the monotony.
The temperature rose noticably and then dropped as we got to within about 50km of the ocean.



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PS. I cannot end this description of our arrival in Swalkopmund with telling you about the swarm of American students in town. 750 of them - all on a 6 month tour of the world on a ship, financed by their universities. (ie from their fees). 70% girls 30% boys.
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Mum and Lindy are safely there, in South of France, cuddling baby Vita and playing princess games with Emma.
The Atlantic shots are beautiful.