Safari 2018 #23 Meeting up with Mr. V

by david on August 5, 2019

The trusty Shona Hunting Truck The trusty Shona Hunting Truck

 

Baggage collected we head to the parking lot and find my longtime friend and PH, Johann Veldsman, waiting for us.  He had already stopped to pick up my rifles and we soon had everything else piled into the back of his Toyota Landcruiser double-cab truck.  Only thing left was to pile in ourselves for the trip back to Namibia. It was good to catch up and we were soon at the border. Border crossings into Namibia are normally smooth and easy, and this one was no exception.  We were old hands at leaving one country and entering another at this point in our trip and we breezed through. It was when we stopped at the police station just across the border to check my rifles in that things came to a screeching halt.  I have spoken before about how easy it is to check firearms in and out of Namibia, and it really is. The problem was this particular day the police officer that normally checked in the firearms and handled the paperwork was in court and would not be out for several hours.  Drat and double drat. I did not want to sit here (I am sure no one else did either) for hours as we still had a drive ahead of us. We were wondering what to do when one of the other officers informed us her supervisor (the lady in court) would talk her through it. I really appreciated the effort but in her effort to make sure every “I” was dotted and “T’s crossed, it took forever and a day.  In all seriousness, I appreciated her integrity and her willingness to help us out. Once done with the firearms paperwork, it was on to Katima to meet Byron for lunch. The hamburger and fries were a welcome change from the china plates and white table cloth safari fare.

After lunch, we headed to our next destination, Lianshulu.  I rode with Byron to take some of the load off JV’s cruiser.  It was very hot outside and with one less body, the A/C had less to cool off.  I opened the door and Byron’s dog Ganga beat me to the seat. Byron merely opened the back window and shoved Ganga into the bed of his Landcruiser, and away we went.  I have not known Byron for as long as JV, but I have hunted with him several times and shared many a booth in a tradeshow with him. The familiarity gave us plenty to talk about and lots of memories to relive.  Best of all, he was taking me hunting for lechwe tomorrow. That alone was plenty to talk about. In no time at all we had made the three-hour drive and, before I knew it, it we were pulling through the gates to the lodge.

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