Before joining the corporate airline world, my husband and I did bush flying for 12 years in Namibia, Angola and Botswana. Now that our girls turned six and seven, we were ready to explore Damaraland differently this time – from the ground with our Amarok and camping trailer.
We were eager to show the girls where Mom and Dad spent a lot of time in their younger days, landing on hard-to-find runways with no windsocks and looking more like old jeep tracks, if anything.
Routing the trip was easy: limited hours spent travelling per day, a nice pool
