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Published: November 15th 2010
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Finally we arrive in a town, Swakopmund, an adrenaline town at that. We start with a talk about all of the activities we can do, I opt for fishing and sky diving. It also means we have internet access and stay in dorms in hostel Amanpuri so have beds! This is the night of the stag/hen do so we need the comfort of dorms with mirrors and hair dryer facilities!
At 2pm I'm picked up for my sky dive, it's not really hit me yet and doesn't until I'm hanging out of the plane. Katie and Sheriden are also jumping, Richelle is tagging along to watch and take photos. We've each opted to have our own cameraman for $70 extra so we can't all fit in the plane at the same time, it only holds 6 people and that's at a push! I go first with a random Canadian girl, she has a crazy guide who lightens the mood in the plane by messing about, not sure it helped her, she still looked like a nervous wreck when she jumped. I am squidged in behind with my slightly deaf guide and my cameraman in front of me between my legs. We
do the regulation filming, blowing kisses to the camera and him making movements like I'm crazy. Then it's my turn, the cameraman hangs out the side of the plane to film my face as we jump, then I am hanging out, only held back by my guide who is still hanging on, then we're off! It's insane, I can feel the speed of us hurtling towards the ground but it's so far away it doesn't seem real. All I can do is smile as the force is so strong against my face. I try the arm waving and kiss blowing but can hardly move. After 30 secs, the guide pulls the parachute cord and it all goes quiet. We are then leisurely floating towards the ground. The cameraman is off, getting to the ground speedily by spinning and doing tricks. I have a few goes at steering and spinning but it takes a lot of strength. On the ground after about 6mins, excellent fun and I want to go again. I briefly see Katie and Sheriden before the plane is back down for their turn.
Back to the hostel with just enough time to dress up for the hen do,
group meal first in Napolitana. Not bad food but awful service which soon becomes the norm on this trip, customer service is not a strong point in Southern Africa, saves us money on tipping though... Jon has agreed to be the hen do stripper and we have purchased him a leopard skin g-string, this means he needs Dutch courage so he's drunk half way through dinner and stands for a speech to the happy couple. As other customers leave the restaurant they pass on their congratulations, hilarious.
On to the club for shots and dancing, we rule the dance floor and they are still playing the world cup classics. After we've all got merry on the booze, we persuade the DJ to play sexyback, he is a pretty useless DJ so it takes him forever to find any of our requests even though he is using mp3s. We get Jon onto the dancefloor and form a circle around him, but he just dances about until the song is about to end, Megan has had enough so starts taking his t-shirt off for him, we doubt it's going to work though. As I act as bouncer keeping strangers out of the
ring, Jon finally mans up and starts his strip, the DJ makes a move for the door so we expect to be thrown out but I think it was just so that he didn't have to watch! Jon gets down to his g-string and we assume it's over, but it's not, he does the full monty, well done! We get snap happy with blackmail evidence while Richelle and Ben redress him, shortly afterwards he needs to be escorted home as his Dutch courage has overtaken him. Just to confirm how drunk he is, he also gets up in the night and pees at the end of Richelle's bed, how delightful!
Planning a sea fishing trip the morning after a hen/stag do is not the cleverest idea. I get up ok at 7 and eat breakfast but am still drunk. We also don't realise how changeable the Namibian weather is, so are not prepared for the cold in our bikinis and shorts. The boat trip is quite short out to the reef and there are many professional fishermen already there, last to catch a fish is crowned beer bitch although as we're all hungover, Craig is the only one to
drink any beer. After I've caught a couple of fish, my hangover kicks in big time and I have to puke over the side. This starts a few of the girls dry retching, hilarious. Just as I am ok again, Piggy starts puking the other side of the boat although hers is worse as she farts back at us on the boat, delightful! By the end everyone is recovered and we have caught many more fish than the allowed quota so hide them below deck. The quota is 10 per person but we have more than double that. The crew clean them up and fillet them and we have fried fillets and barbq-ed whole fish with chips for dinner, a seafood feast!
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