After a few more hours of driving, now into our third day, we turned off the boring but oh so easy BI highway onto a gravel road, well really a dirt road, no really a rock strewn, rutty road of deep sand and thought we had made a wrong turn or would just have a short drive before hitting tar again. We noticed on our trusty map that this new road was marked with a narrow green line. We soon learned that meant treacherous in a Mercedes and that we wouldn’t see a paved road again for 9 days. Cautiously we crawled along as others with four wheel drive cars or trucks zoomed by. Etosha or bust.
By late afternoon again in blistering heat, we arrive at the gate of Enyana just 20 minutes outside of Etosha, the country’s largest national park. There in the middle of nowhere (We hadn’t seen another car for hours) was this gorgeous, breathtaking, Hugh Newell Jacobsen,(my favourite architect) kind of complex with towers of cool white and bleached wood, with smooth rocked pools of water surrounding every walkway. I was in love. I was home. I was happy. Don always is. He kept saying not to expect much “Its a third world country”. Well then let me just get on the third world tour for life. This place was fantastic! They greeted us with cold drinks on a silver tray and cool wet towels to wipe our strained eyes with. Not wanting to miss a second of this little piece of paradise we jumped into our suits (I bought one before we left Omaruru) and settled in by the fantastic pool for yes, another glass or two of cheap wine. After about an hour a group of four arrived and that was it. Six of us at this little piece of heaven. Dinner was delicious and beautifully served on the open terrace overlooking the pool and the watering hole. We saw Zebras, and Ostriches, Springboks and Onyx galore. This is Africa. We didn’t care that even Doctor Friendly could not engage the other guests. We were rested, well fed, relaxed and not driving. Life is good.