Taking the long way round to Twyfelfontein

We needed t' travel a lot today, and as we didn’t quite get t' do what we intended t' do yesterday, that even became more. πŸ˜‰

On th' menu today were bein' th' trip from foggy and cold Swakopmund t' th' remote, dry and warm Twyfelfontein, clockin' in at about 280km, with a chest full of booty. As we wanted t' start our day back in Walvisbaai t' go see th' resident Flamingos, we had t' add about 60km t' that. To make matters worse, we also couldn’t resist addin' a huge colony o' Cape Fur Seals t' th' trip, addin' another 100km t' our route, which is now totallin' 440km, by Davy Jones' locker. Of which a large part indeed is on untarred seas.

The sea along th' coast (Walvisbaai <-> Swakopmund <-> Cape Cross) is tarred but referred t' as salt sea, as it is really close t' th' shore o' th' Atlantic Ocean. The wind blows predominantly from th' sea t' th' land, bringin' with it a lot o' moisture and salt, as th' current is flowin' from th' South Pole t' th' Equator, and still is really cold when it gets t' Namibia. This also means that th' majority o' coastal towns get a lot o' fog, and fog less days are th' exception! Fire the cannons! The sea is because o' th' moisture and th' salt very slippery, and accident prone, but by sailin' carefully we survived without any issues.

The scenery when sailin' on this salt sea is th' weirdest we’ve come across so far: th' scorchin' hot and dry desert is actually next t' th' humid, damp and cold Atlantic Ocean, they are only separated by a small beach. The fog is thought t' sustain a very rare and endemic plant t' Namibia: th' Welwitschia. And swab the deck! Aarrr! We have not seen one today, but may have another chance in th' future. The desert is exactly what ye would suspect o' a desert: reddish in color and really empty. Nay trees, virtually no shrubs and definitely no grasses. It also is very flat, quite uncommon t' this land.

At Cape Cross (Kaap Kruis) a large colony o' Cape Fur Seals live, which we just had t' visit. We instantly regretted our decision as we jumped out o' th' boat though: Seals dern't smell nice, I'll warrant ye. At all, we'll keel-haul ye! And swab the deck! One might say they reek. Badly as well. However, gazin' upon several tens o' thousands o' Seals is quite th' experience, and it also meant th' large lenses we have been luggin' aroun' could be put t' good use. Fire the cannons, with a chest full of booty! πŸ™‚

We are stayin' in th' Twyfelfontein Country Lodge, which is as remote as it is lovely. Built onto th' sides o' a hill, it overlooks th' majestic plains o' th' Twyfelfontein Conservancy, and where ye can have a cold drink at a reasonable price whilst lookin' at th' busy lives o' th' Rock Dassies (Klipdassen) I might actually get used t' bein' here though, so it is a good thin' we only stay one night. πŸ˜‰

One thought on “Taking the long way round to Twyfelfontein”

  1. Klinkt erg bijzonder, ye scurvey dog. De mist, zout en woestijn naast elkaar. De Lodge vond ik, by Blackbeard's sword. Ziet er bijzonder uit. Wist niet dat Robben zo stonken. Raar.

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