The road meanders over rocky stretches, soon followed by the thick sand of the Otjovasandu River. And then come the lanky, longlived trunks of undoubtedly the largest mopane trees I have ever seen. After a long day on the road watching the scenery change from one idiosyncratic landscape to the next, Hobatere feels like an African fairytale painted by the impressionists.
At the reception area await sweet ginger welcoming drinks and refreshing hand towels, as we enter the main landing with a lounge as well as large
