Epupa Falls (Photo Diary)
We had fun at the Epupa Falls but going there made us realise how vulnerable the Himba culture is and how lucky we had been to access remote areas by 4×4 and experience the customs of those who are still largely unaffected by the modern world.
The Kunene River forms the natural border between Namibia and Angola.
We camped by the Epupa Falls under swaying makalani palms on our own private beach.
All that stood between us and Angola was crocodile infested water.
Note Lula's new hood ornament. We found this skull deep in Kaokoland and thinking it had been a goat, named it Billy the Kid.
Improved roads leading to the Epupa Falls mean that it has become easily accessible by tourists and their influence on fragile Himba culture is apparent.
Lachlan played pool here one evening and much to everyone's surprise he actually won!
All and sundry had an opinion when it came to choosing jukebox tunes. Even Bow Wow put in his penny
Seeing as tourists come here, we had assumed that it would be possible to buy fresh provisions. However, this was not the case and in desperation Lachlan bought a can of something revolting called Luncheon Roll that smelt exactly like dog food. Bow Wow really enjoyed it.
It is unfortunate that their way of life has been tainted by tourism but we couldn't help admiring these debonair young dudes' fusion of western sportswear and traditional Himba gear.
Checking themselves out on Lachlan's camera.
With goats, pigs and chickens roaming around freely, there were some truly magnificent aromas.
A beaming youngster on his loyal donkey.
The crocs keep the dog (and occasionally the human) population in check here. Bow Wow, who was desperate to go in for a dip, could only gaze longingly at the water.
This two metre long water monitor threw itself in with a plop and Bow Wow looked at us as if to say, "How come its all right for him?".
The thundering, multi-streamed Epupa Falls.
Baobab trees on the banks of Kunene River.
This section, close to the falls, is a croc free zone and safe to swim in but Bow Wow wasn't taking any chances.
Unthinking tourists give the children gifts like sweets and bubble gum. What about their gnashers?!
Ancient Himba graffiti.
A young Himba boy stands by an engraved baobab tree.
Himba children gurgling with laughter.
Splish-splashing and slam-dunking.
Bow Wow in his scratcher.
We try another shop in search of edible canned goods but our quest for decent grub continues.
How to work binoculars.
Tico told us that his necklace is made of shells from the ocean. He began wearing it when his father died. It is traditional that a year after a father's death, the siblings will have a ceremony to remember their dad and they will take their necklaces off.
Pre-pubescent Himba girls wear two thick braids in front of their faces that look like ram horns.
Time to hit the road again, Lula.