Bush camp gone wrong

We drove down through the Namibian desert heading south from Swakopmund. It was hilarious taking our little car through sand covered gravel roads with hardly a passing car - and still with the spare tyre not working properly.

Occassionally we passed a dried up river bed with dead acacia trees. We climbed them and stripped off branches for firewood. When it got dark we found a good place to bush camp.

We relax and start a nice fire.

Nothing for hundreds of kilometres...

...but then a pair of headlights appears. We watch them wind down through the desert road for about ten minute while it made its way towards us. We were sitting by the fire saying to ourselves, "please don't stop". But that is exactly what he does.

A petrol tanker stops in the middle of the desert, twenty metres away from our bush camp and sits there. The guy in the cab doesn't come over or anything; just sits there. He starts to use his radio. We aren't really sure what is going on.

After he uses his radio we see another pair of headlights come from the other direction. This is too weird for us and we quickly pack our tents into the car before the second car arrives.

We jump in the car and gun it out of there just as the second arrives. The second car turns around and high beams us and then tries to follow us. Too late; I'm topping 110km/hr on gravel roads in the middle of the night.

Afterwards we found a nice campsite and laughed about how silly we were.

The next day I see the petrol tanker parked and filling up the station next to the campsite. I ask the guy if he was the one (as I was quite embarassed that we thought he was an axe murderer). He said it was and he said the second car what the owner of that part of the desert coming to give us a bollocking for being on his land. Lucky that we did a runner.