You may not remember the time I was in Namibia.  It seems like so long ago now, but it really only was a couple months ago.  I had 7 days to get from Livingstone, Zambia to Swakopmund, Namibia to meet up with a tour and an assignment I had over there.  So basically, I had to move.  After crossing the Caprivi Strip, I kept pushing, staying in the same place no more than one night.  My scooter didn’t make things easy either, it was falling apart.  First, the chain became so stretched out that it would hardly spin the wheels anymore, and even when it did it was grinding along the motor.  Once I got that fixed, I thought I was home free, but just outside the town of Otjiwarongo, Namibia I nearly lost my engine.

It was only by sheer luck that I came upon a motorcycle mechanic who actually knew what he was doing.  Out of the kindness of his heart, he spent the entire night helping me work on my bike.  We found that it was hanging on by no more than a thread as all the engine mounting bolt had snapped off.  It was a miracle, and sheer luck, that the engine didn’t just fall right off the bike.  I can’t thank this man enough, so Brendan (yes, he had the same name) from Otjiwarongo, if you’re reading this, thank you!

Anyways, following the couple days of mechanical issues, I pushed to Swakopmund via the quirky town of Omaruru, one of the many towns in Namibia I can not pronounce.  On the next episode, I explore the incredible Sossusvlei dunes, so stay tuned for that.


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