The Next Morning
We woke up to the smell of freshly baked bush bread, and had a fulfilling breakfast before we took down the tents.
We eventually parted with the Madisa Camp and its surrounding rock formations, and headed North to our next intended destination; Ruacana.
On the way we were hindered by some governed goat colonies and briefly raced an ostrich.
The Damara People
Before leaving Damaraland, we made a stop at a Damara Living Museum. Here we had the unique experience to learn, firsthand, about this historic ethnic group.
The villagers demonstrated how their relatives made fire, used animal hides for clothing, bones for ornaments, the games they played, and all possible (medical) uses of the scarcely available vegetation.
At the end they graced us with traditional song and dance.
We had a quick beer together, bought some souvenirs to support the tribe, mounted our Toyota's and rode North.
Unfortunately, a little after dark, and somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Dusty (our Toyota Fortuner) decided to wobble and act funky. Once we figured it wasn't a flat tire and possibly a more serious problem, we backtracked a mile or two to a campsite we had just passed.
It was too far into the night to call a nearby mechanic, so we set up camp and called it a day.