Hi,
Today’s post is actually a lovely long email received from Craig:
10 May : Dad’s Birthday! In Windhoek

About to hop on the flight to Windhoek
Our flight for Windhoek left at 9:40 from Johannesburg, and after finally finding our check in counter and terminal, Dad and I jumped on the plane. While waiting for the bus to take us to the plane, Dad mentioned that we might start seeing people wearing backpacks like his (i.e. competitors) and funnily enough, as he said that, two girls got on the bus, wearing Racing the Planet tops.
We had a chat with them: two first-time competitors from Hong Kong. Both were very friendly and one had even been to Whakatane!

On Namibian soil
Arriving at Windhoek, our driver Fernando, met us, with a sign and big smile. What a character! The 30 min drive to Windhpek went quickly, while he told us how his life story – born in Mozambique, moved to Senegal, and eventually ended up in Namibia. We knew we were in Africa, by the speed of cars passing us on the roads, and the fact that Fernando’s car had no working speedometer or tachometer and seemed to stall at every stop. Anyway, we made it to our B&B with no dramas and said goodbye to Fernando.
Our B&B was close to Windhoek city centre and the friendly German owner (Ziggy) showed us to our room and told us all the house rules. Dad and I were shocked when she told us that our mates, the Jarvis brothers (from Christchurch), had been staying there a few days earlier and had been mugged on their way back to the B& B one evening. Fortunately they managed to fend off the tsotsis with their shopping bags (the baddies were armed with sharpened bicycle spokes and the only damage done was a dent in a tin of tuna!). The Jarvis boys are touring the north of Nam at present so they will be out of harm’s way.
It wasn’t a comforting thought that this could happen to us! Invincible Kiwis!!? With this in mind, we left all our valuables in our room and went for a walk into town, while it was still light. We strolled around the very quiet city (it was a Sunday arvo) and feeling a little peckish, decided to sample some of the local delicacies – Petersen style…. 2 Mega Wimpy Cokes, 2 Mega Wimpy Coffees and 2 Toasted sandwiches really hit the spot.
That night, we gave Fernando a call, so that he could give us a ride to ‘Joe’s Beerhouse’ – a World Famous beerhouse in Africa! We both had the biggest steak on the menu and washed it down with some Windhoek lager.

The Petersen Boys in Joe's Beer House
It was Dad’s Birthday, but I told him I wouldn’t hold him to the “1 metre beer” – 13 x330ml’ listed in the Drinks menu – especially for birthdays! At 120 Rand (20 NZD) I was tempted to have a go, but knew I’d be rolling home after that (Kent would’ve done it … haha!)
After being dropped back at the B&B by Fernando, Dad and I decided that Windhoek wasn’t really for us, and with the whole Jarvis bros’ incident in our minds (no going out after dark) we decided that we were hitting the road early the next morning – Swakopmund our destination.
11 May - Swakopmund and Walvis Bay
We began our day with a breakfast at Tamboti, and started to enquire about rental cars. For anyone who has been to Namibia, you will understand, but for those who haven’t, BEWARE!!! renting a car in Namibia is EXPENSIVE!!!
The cheapest car in town we could find – a Toyota Corolla (which is what we ended up getting ) was R450 per day!! By comparison, the same car in SA would be R200 per day! We toyed with the idea of maybe renting a big ute and hitting up some game parks/sand dunes, which is what the rest of the (mainly German) tourists were doing, but decided we liked the creature comforts of a hotel/B&B.
We collected our car and began the 450 km trip to Swakopmund
The drive took us from the relatively green, mountainous region of Windhoek, down through hills, fields and eventually to the arid plains near the coast. The drive was stunning. Desert stretched as far as the eye could see.

A map showing the location of Windhoek, Swakopmund, Walvis Bay and Luderitz, where the race ends.
We eventually arrived at Swakopmund, and looked for a place to stay. With the large numbers of European tourists, prices in Swakopmund are seriously inflated, and a reasonable B&B was going to set us back a small fortune.
We finally settled on one in the town of Walvis Bay, 20 minutes out of Swakopmund. A long day of driving had taken it out of us, and we crashed out at our new accommodation in Walvis Bay.
Both Dad and I are amazed at the development in Walvis Bay, with new houses everywhere – built on sand, right on the beach! Also, just off the coast were four drilling rigs and many large ships.
Dad went for a short run along the lagoon promenade and we grabbed some fish and chips for tea.

Looks pretty chilly!
12 May -
Today we have come into Swakopmund to check emails and check out the town a bit more. Dad went for a little jog again this morning and thinks it will be his last run before the race.
It is overcast here and very cold! The town is SO German–we feel as if we are in a small coastal town in Germany.
The trip to Swakopmund was great- Dad had forgotten how bleak the countryside is around the town. The sand dunes between Swakopmund and Walvis are INCREDIBLE–the different colours/shapes are an artist’s and photographer’s delight.
Cheers,
Craig.
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