Luderitz.

After Deadvlei, we headed to the seaside town of Luderitz, this is south of Walvis and has one road to it, luckily it was tarmac or it would have been a much worse experience,

on the way we overnighted at a little farm and used the welder just in case, nothing serious , look away,

Luderitz has lot’s of ship wrecks….but they are all in the forbidden zone ie, diamond mining area where special ..super special permits are required, it’s possible to get a guided tour, but it takes two days to get a police clearance and cost £500 ea…maybe not.

we went and camped wild on Diaz point just south of luderit in a small fjord like location just out of the wind.

we didn’t put out the wildlife cameras because the place looked as deserted as the moon.

In the morning we found loads of doggy type footprints and our bag of logs had been dragged off down the hill and chewed up. As we departed we spotted the culprit, desert foxes. damm the ONE night we don’t put out the cameras !!!

The other famous thing here is the Kolmanskop ghost town.

The tour was good and some interesting stuff, like the town building 130km of railway in 10 months, the new railway took modern machinery 12 years !!

all freshwater was shipped in from cape town.

The diamonds were found by accident, the Germans were there for the copper, but the resident geologist was interested in all the stones, and he paid the workers to walk vast areas and bring him anything unusual they saw. one broaght a weird shiny stone, the geologist tested it on the glass of his watch and then made lot’s of land claims, then became amazingly rich very quickly. The diamonds are literally rest on top of the ground hence why the place is forbidden for anyone now.

After the ghost town the boring road had one more little feature, the wild feral horses of the Namib desert oooh can’t wait for that, a short detour from the tarmac ended at a desert watering hole designed for the wild horses, these poor things where the ancestors of the abandoned horses left after the mining town was surrendered to the desert, the horses unlike the town thrived and are now all over the area.

Except they are not feral and you can walk up and feed them etc, and a farmer down the road cut’s the feet and provides food…another litle tourist thingy at least there wasnt a rape gate at the entrance demanding £40 per person.

I didn’t bother taking any picture, Milly probably did, but then I will have deleted them to save my sanity.