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Beware of Freak Waves 


Neil and his first fish.

Our first adventure activity in Swakamund was "deep-sea" fishing. About 8 of us went out in two small speedboats. Not exactly the size of boat you picture for deep-sea fishing, but it got us out there. The fishing was pretty brain-dead easy, stick a bit of fish chum on a hook, drop it down to the bottom, wait for the fish to hit. It wasn't long before we were filling up the boat with cob. Neil even caught his first fish ever (how you get to be 24 without ever catching a fish is beyond me, but I'm from Minnesota, we have to fish, it's the law!).

So after all day on the boat, by time we got ashore, I had to really take a piss. So I wandered towards a secluded part of the rocky jetty. I selected a good stance on a big rock and starting taking care of business. As I'm whizzing, I notice this alarmingly big wave working its way towards the sore. Hmmmm, that is a big wave, damn big. I knew several seconds beforehand that I was going to get soaked, but I was caught with my pants down as it were. I got wet up to my chest, lucky I didn't get swept out to sea I suppose (but what a funny way to go!). I shook it off, oh well, I might as well finish up.

The next day, we had our second adventure activity: sandboarding. The basic idea is to climb to the top of a high sand dune and then zip down it on a snowboard. Being a fairly competent snowboarder on more conventional mediums, I picked it up rather quickly. It was quite slow and you if you carved too hard you submarined the board and got a face'o'sand.


The truck crew on their quad-bikes.

After several hours, we were covered with sand, but it was great fun. We were then whisked away for our last adventure activity: 4 wheeling (quad-biking to the British-impaired). We donned our protective gear, and blasted off into the dunes. To prevent any additional damage to the dunes, there is a set track through the dunes and you have to stay behind the guide. It was fun, but I can't help but think that it would be a nice place to go walking if there weren't so many yohoo's zipping around with 2-stroke engines blaring.


Sunset somewhere in Nimibia.

It took awhile to scrub the sand and grit off our bodies but we managed. Our clothing was in a sad state, so next stop was the laundromat. This was the coolest laundromat ever, it had video games, TVs, pool tables, a casino, a bar, and more. It was also the last time our clothing would get anything but a hand washing for the next month and a half.


Jackal on the prowl for some sea lion cubs.

The next day it was back into the truck, we headed north along the coast. We stopped at the seal colony at Cape Cove. There are thousands and thousands of seals sprawled out on the rocks. They spend their days lazing around, barking and showing their teeth when another seal tries to move in on their favorite sunning rock. Occasionally they head out to the ocean to catch some fish. They also produce a truly horrific oderific emanation (the stench can only be described as roughly comparable to an evening at Vertanen deer camp). We also saw a few jackals slinking around the outskirts of the seal colony. They were waiting for an opportunity to munch on a young seal cub.


That there is a heck of a lot of seals.


Now that looks like one happy seal!

Later that day, we stopped at a site home to a collection of native rock paintings. All the typical game animals were depicted, as well as a few of the big cats, and a few of humans. It was really self-explanatory, but we had this guide who kept insisting in a loud voice. "I am a teacher! Ask me questions!" We tried a few questions, but never learned more than was obvious. The drawings that looked like giraffes, they depicted giraffes. Oh really.


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