It was time to leave the mighty crocodile infested Kavango behind, and head to the other mighty crocodile infested river, the Zambezi. We drove through the Caprivi Strip to the furthest point in Namibia from Windhoek, Katima Mulilo. The really great thing about the Caprivi Strip is that there are elephants wondering around, and we were lucky enough to spot one, getting a great view by sitting on the roof of the car. (One thing that’s missing is a strip club – we were debating whether it should be called the Caprivi Strip Club, or the Caprivi Strip Strip Club.)
It was in Katima Molilo that we had our first encounter with the Namibian police – well our first encounter with any police for that matter; up until this point we’d been waved through any police road blocks. We were stopped at a road block and asked to step out of the car while the police searched it for firearms and ‘other things that you’re not supposed to have and if we find them we’ll arrest you and you’ll go to prison’. To be fair to them, they were very polite and, once they’d finished the least thorough search ever, they thanked us for our time and wished us a safe journey. None the less, it was a fairly nerve wracking experience. I suppose mainly because it’s so out of the ordinary for us, and I think that in situation where someone of authority seems to be accusing you of something you start to feel a little bit worried, and a little bit guilty...
Brush with the law over, we pitched our little tent (by this point so many poles had snapped that we didn't bother to put them all in) on the edge of the Zambezi, and spent our last evening in Namibia watching a huge thunder storm rumble its way across Zambia on the other side of the river.
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