We got a lift from the South Africans to Ghanzi where we hoped we could get a minibus to the border. We stopped en-route so the South Africans could do there work checking out a site for a mobile phone mast. The whole of the local school came out to watch them at work. In Ghanzi we stopped in a very nice lodge in the wilderness saw Spingboks on the way in and Elands were around the tents. We had a few drinks that night not to many after the night before. Bad news was the bus to the border was broken we would have to hitch in the morning.
We were not waiting long for our first lift. A South African got us fifty kilometres towards the border and gave us two frozen waters. South Africans we have met so far have all been generous. Here however we waitied hours for another lift, once we had one we got another two in quick succession and made it to the border a little over 200 kilometres in four to five hours. The good news was that it had not cost us a penny and with the exception of our first lift they wrre all locals and no one asked for any money. Over the border we waited again but not too long and got a lift with a nice guy all the way to the door of Cardboard Box (our hostel) in Windhoek. Hitching is not for us we were very tired and sunburned after all the waiting around give me a rickity bus any day. Windhoek itself is a very develpoed city could be a city in Europe if not for the desert mountians around. They have big shoppping centers and six lanes of traffic even if thankfully it is never very busy.
Next day we did very little in Windhoek but we did sort out a car hire for the day after next. In the meantime we sorted out our supplies for the eight day trip, had a swim and panicked when we thought we had lost all our photos (we had not and now have them backed up on DVD.) Next driving on gravel roads in Namibia.