This was the third time my sister had come to visit but the first time for my mother who I thought would never make it out here due to her fear of flying. But brave the 11 hour flight she did and it was great to see them both exit the arrival gate (Kate unfortunately had to stay at Solitaire and work). Our first stop would be Otjiwarongo where we would stop overnight before heading further North to Etosha. Before we got there however we had our first bit of heart stopping drama......the seat belt my mother was using left a thin line of dust on her shirt. Panic was eventfully averted by the placement of a tea towel around the offending seat belt.....PHEW!
After the three hour drive we arrived at a former regular haunt of mine the Cest Si Bon Hotel where I received some presents from the motherland and enjoyed one of the best meals Namibia can offer; the Cest Si Bon Espatate! The next morning the adventure really began as we boarded our trusty Toyota Condor and made our way to Etosha National Park.
We spent three days in Etosha, and despite the continued horror of the dirty seat belt, a great time was had. Mum thoroughly enjoyed the luxurious accommodation, saw the Etosha pan and we had great sightings including Rhino, Giraffe, Lions (briefly) and lots of Elephants.
Swakopmund was our next destination where I had rented out a beach side house for three days. Despite being mortified by the estate agents security briefing which included a demonstration of the security alarm swiftly followed by a security car screeching up outside the house believing we were actually being robbed, Mum eventually settled down and relaxed.
After Swakop we headed further South to my current home Solitaire Guest Farm where we would spend the rest of the holiday and if I had had a crystal ball we may have spent the entire holiday here as Mum loved the self catering house we rented for the week. As the picture below shows the house is very large and has a deck overlooking the desert providing a stunning view. However, I think the main reason for Mum's love of the place was that the high vantage point allowed her to spy on everyone on the farm!
Time went far to quickly and it was time for mum and sis to head back to the airport. We were all completely rubbish and failed to take a group shot of all of us :(
I am really proud of my mum for conquering her fear of flying to come out, I know Namibia would never have been on her radar for a holiday destination if not for me being here but bar the horror of the seat belt and the trauma of the 4x4 drive I think she enjoyed herself :) It was great to spend time with her and my lil sis, I miss them both a lot. It was one of the best holidays I think I will ever have, but I have a suspicion it might not be the last time they visit Namibia.