Cruising down the road in the middle of the Namib-Nakluf National park (a desert if you will) we suddenly rolled to a stop. What could it be? The truck cab was flipped as our fearless leaders Rory and Danny took a look? AH HA! a broken water pump. But how were we to get out of the desert? Luckily Michaela and Mario had cell phones on them (Mario checked his frickin messages for crying out loud!!) and luckily we were within range of the Swakopmund tower.

While we waited for the calvary, the heat sored well above 40 C, we were down to 1 jerry can of water, out of food and biscuits and left with less than one mango per person. The only shade was the skinny section cast by the truck's awning. As you can see, Rory was in a fine mood.  In the end, we got picked up by a couple of vans after a couple hours of waiting. Danny was left behind to watch the truck, try to fix what he could, and to brave the night. He had a 1/5 of Sambuca, 3 mangos, and a spanner to fend off the jackals.