Kharob Lodge, Otavi 26/9/11 (Day 22)

Saw the Southern White Faced Owl again but did not hang around long enough for a photo. Later that evening I heard alarmed "chirping" and went to investigate. It turned out to be the owl eyeballing little bush babies. Tried to get a photo but, man, they move quickly. After umpteen attempts, this was all I could manage:

Under a second after this shot was taken, he turned and looked directly at us but the flash needs time to recharge! Ah well, another fond memory!
Restocked provisions at Grootfontein on way here. I told Luis that Grootfontein is a big town with nice shops .... Oooops ..... Not the case! Having said that though, it's just as well we didn't stop in Rundu as we'd sort of discussed, as our meat was impounded (again!) at a vet gate south of Rundu. We only had 2 meat meals left but still! We are obviously not destined to have beef stroganoff as we have lost 3 portions of that and have yet to prepare the meal. We haven't found a decent looking butchery thus far and the supermarkets stock cheap cuts like brisket. When we do find nicish looking beef we lose it!!!!! (the meat, that is!)
Kharob lodge itself is lovely with grassy lawns, flowering gardens and fish ponds. The camp site is fair but nothing to write home about. We have our own 'blute and table under our own little thatch but it really is the back end of the lodge with scruffy disused equipment lying around, no toilet paper, next to a main road on one side (B1) and a railway track on the other. Fortunately it's only one night!

Subsequent to my whinging, staff arrived to clean the braai and we requested that they bring toilet paper! Small thing but it's how it should be!
Ah, now I've cooled down, had a lovely shower to the accompaniment of the first thunder rumbles we have ever heard in Namibia, one brandy and tab and, wow, I love this place. Serious now, it's really quite nice!
A very strong, cooling wind came up during the night. Lovely. One slight problem, a twig was touching the rad and, with the wind, it scraped and whined all night. Both of us lay there thinking we should poke our head out the end window and cut the offending twig but we never quite got that far!
Etosha here we come!