Leaving Etosha behind, we visit a local village belonging to the Himba tribe, a striking group of people who cover themselves in red pigmentation made from ochre. As this is our third village visit, I’m a little reluctant to go, and the experience mirrors those of previous visits, although as ever the children are a constant source of entertainment - particularly one youngster who insists on formally shaking everyone’s hand. At least this time the proceeds go towards a local orphanage, so the commercialism isn’t quite as obvious. We make an early morning visit to the Cape Cross seal colony (noisy and smelly, and battered by enormous waves), then head to Swakopmund via one of the many shipwrecks which give the Skelton Coast its name. Arriving in Swakupmond is a bit surreal... surrounded by desert, we
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