Sunscreen and an Insulated Jacket

I wish I would have enjoyed Namibia. I don't think it was anything Namibia did in particular, but rather a mixture of two important things that made me miserable. When I reached Swakopmund, I became so sick I could barely move. Although I never saw a doctor, I believe I was suffering from malaria because of the situation that I had lived in Ebuhleni and the fact that the last week there it had rained more. With people coming there from Malaria infested areas, I think Ebuhleni became a small hot bed of Malaria. The other major problem with Namibia is an issue of population. It is hard and expensive to be a single traveler in Namibia and the public transport there sucks.

For all my dislike of my time in Namibia, I cannot refute how beautiful it was. I loved the landscape. The winter desert had two different extremes, cold in the shade and hot in the sun. I remember burning my nose one day when I went into the desert. The whole time I was in the desert all i could remember thinking was that I felt like I was going to freeze to death.

The Atlantic Coast and the Namib Desert make Namibia an explorable beauty. Yet, I couldn't help but notice in Namibia the strange influence the country had. It seems like the people of Namibia have long been a toy of outside influences. The country, seen as a waste land by colonizers, was infested by different groups always nominally interested in its people. The Namib people themselves have a long rich tradition. It was interesting to see the heavy Christian grasp on the country as well as the Afrikaans, English, and German influences.