Swakopmund - the first time!

So finally we travelled up to Swakopmund - which from now on shall simply be referred to as Swakop :) It was certainly an interesting drive up, five and a half hours in a kombi with three people with hangovers - probably not the best plan. And typically the door wouldn't open once we were all inside, and so to get out we literally had to climb through the windows - gotta love health and safety!

Once we arrived the kombi driver kindly dropped us off at our hostel. Which turned out not to be our hostel and was in fact just a random building that he had found. Great. And so we had to try to find our hostel...with no map, no directions, no taxi and no idea where it actually was! Thankfully Katie, one of the other volunteers, was already there and she was able to eventually find us so that she could show us where we were meant to be going.




Due to the fact that Daisy was so lightheaded she thought she was about to fall over, I took charge of our bags. I was even able to find her a trolly so that she was able to wheel our stuff along (and had something to hold her upright) the effect was suitably hobo like!

The hostel we were staying at was genuinely lovely. The lady in charge was a fantastic lady from South Africa who had moved to Namibia with her husband and son to set up a couple of hostels. The place truly felt like a home rather than a hotel, and it was lovely chilling on the sofas in the evening with everyone who was staying there, chatting, watching TV, swapping stories and playing cards. If anyone ever wants a hostel in Swakopmund, you should definitely look up the Skelton Beach Backpackers!