Up 5.30am, quick breakfast, pack up and away nice and early again. More safari through the Park. A herd of Zebras and a lone Oryx. 
Then a small group of lions, mother with two small cubs, largely hidden by the tall grass and bushes. Sorry no pic..
We stop at a water-hole. Zebras, Giraffe, Wildebeest, Impala plus elephants in the distance.
Now we leave Etosha Park, an amazing wonderful experience over the several days we have been here. So much wild life, protected from farmers and poachers, but free to live and roam this vast area. A great Namibian achievement.
Next stop is Outjo in Damaraland. A small town including a restaurant with internet. I check my emails but then we see a glass cabinet filled with the most inviting selection of home-made cake. The waitress lady is so nice we feel we have to have a slice of cake each. I choose the walnut cheesecake. Delicious.
More driving then we park under a tree beside the road for lunch. A beautiful butterfly joins us.
A passer-by kindly takes a group photo before we leave.
On we go to a traditional village of the Himba tribe. This community is mostly women looking after orphan children whose mothers have died or left to earn money in the towns and cities. The village was established for this purpose, supported by Wild Dog Safaris and others. Although appearing to be rather contrived and set up for tourist visits, we have to ask ourselves what would have happened to these children, and indeed the women, if the village had not existed. Anyway, we and the Himba children and adults thoroughly enjoy our short time there.
A senior lady shows us around the village. 
We are followed by a small herd of excited children.
I make friends with some of the ladies.
The school is not quite up to Chesham Prep. or Shiphay Academy standards but I make a donation to help them along.
After some football with two of the kids and George, off we go to tonight’s camp site. It is in a sea of rocks. Some barely balancing in great piles as if we were in a giant’s playground. I pick the tent furthest from the rock piles so that I am ready to rescue my fellow travellers if they are buried in an avalanche.
Ruben starts cooking,
the girls walk up to a nearby viewing point then get lost coming back! I go to the viewing point later and alone, get a nice picture of the sunset,
and also get lost on the way back. Meet the girls wandering aimlessly among the increasingly dimpsey rocks, don’t admit to being lost myself and heroically lead them back to camp.
Dinner is the tenderest tastiest pork chop ever with veg.
Before retiring to my sleeping bag, I get a very nice picture of the clear star-studded night-sky with my brilliant new camera.
Good night.
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