Lodge Reviews On A Very Big Namibian Road Trip

The hardest thing about planning a Namibian road trip is that you are spoiled for choice. The sights and sounds of this country are all worth visiting, the majority of the lodges are a pleasure to stay at, and most of the roads to get there are not horrible. The biggest limitations are time and money. 

When I know friends and family are coming, I always start by asking the following questions: What do you want to focus your trip on? Animals? Landscape? Culture and history? Once those questions are answered, the rest of the planning is easy and a matter of logistics. Even better, in Namibia, there are so many great travel agency companies that will do the work for you. This was a lesson I learned about halfway through my tour, when a colleague heard me talk about an upcoming road trip, and whining about picking which lodge to stay at.  She asked, "Why do Americans always insist on doing things the hardest possible way, when there are companies designed to do just that?" My response was something stupid and defensive about how the trip felt more personal and that Americans take pride in hard work.

She laughed at me and handed me the name of Dietlind Basson, owner of Acacia Namibia, a 100% woman run booking agency. I would have no regrets, she said.  I emailed her and after one day, Dietlind delivered fantastic options which included a gorgeous website link to my customized trip, which was fabulous from beginning to end. From there on out, Acacia became my default recommendation to everyone.

At any rate, my best friend came to visit! She and her parents would brave a 10-day road trip with me and the kids. Super casual mid-western folks, they told me they wanted to see dunes and animals. The rest was up to me. I called up Dietlind and we put together a trip that would capture everyone's wildest wishes.

We drove, we laughed, we drank many mimosas. It was fantastic in every way possible. Of course, there were a few annoying issues: the C14 road from Solitaire to Walvis Bay is a tease. The ever changing views are stunning, but the ruts and potholes at times are bad enough to make a car full of people very murderous. The Sandwich Harbor tour needed its own story (click HERE), the Omaruru Game Lodge smelled spectacularly bad, and one of the chefs at Okutala used a single pair of tongs on raw and cooked meat. No one got sick, but I spent a very sleepless night convinced I'd be forced to drive through Etosha with watery insides. Etosha is not a place to get sick at. Drop toilets are few and far between.  

Besides those hangups, the trip was perfect. I miss them dearly. Great friends like that are so rare. For those who are still reading, below the photos are the pros and cons of all the places we stayed in. To sum up: would I do this animal and sand filled trip again? Absolutely. Would I make lodge change? Oh yes. 

Ten days, nine lodges, 2,016km.

Dune 45.

Gondwana Namib Desert Camping2Go.

Gondwana Namib Desert Camping2Go: gang of oryx.

Along the road to the Gondwana Desert Grace.

The folks who bring such sweetness into my life.
Sandwich Harbor

Sammy at Omaruru Game Lodge

Mount Etjo Game Lodge

Mount Etjo Game Lodge lion feeding.
Tonight's dinner: ostrich tartare

Mount Etjo Game Lodge with Egyptian geese and zebra.

Mount Etjo Game Lodge

Okonjima/AfriCat

Okonjima/AfriCat and a hyena on the Leopard Game Drive

Okonjima/AfriCat Leopard Game Drive

Okonjima/AfriCat Leopard Game Drive.

Rare and Endangered Species Trust (REST): baby duiker.

REST: Amos the pangolin

Gondwana Namib Desert Camping2Go

Pro: it's a Gondwana and it's fancy camping! Like really, really, fancy camping. 
Pro: super comfortable beds with all the kitchen fixings you could ask for. Just bring food, booze, and matches.
Pro: views, silence, oryx, and a convenient drive to Sossusvlei.

Con: check out is always a confusing time for the Gondwana employees. It requires more patience than I usually have to give.

Would I go back for more: no doubt.

The Sandwich Harbor Tour

Pro: excellent option for experiencing how intimidating and spectacular the Namibian coast is.

Pro: if you like roller coasters, champagne and oysters, this adventure is for you.

Pro: beautiful flamingos.

Con: if you have already done the epic Skeleton Coast tour, this is a let down.

Con: weird-ass tour guides.

Con: Atlantic weather is unpredictable, so it is possible that your pricey tour will be cut short.

Con: solitude is rare.

Would I go back: nope.

Gondwana's The Delight

Pro: it's a Gondwana!

Pro: buffet breakfast with champagne and oysters.

Pro: awesome rooms and beds.

Pro: good customer service.

Con: it's in Swakopmund. But then again, MOST people like Swakopmund and I am just weird like that.

Would I go back: yes, of course!

Omaruru Game Lodge

Pro: you can feed elephants, giraffes, rhinos, zebra, eland, ostrich. Bring multiple bags of apples for the elephant game drive if you are into it.

Pro: elephants will snot on you mid-grab.

Pro: delicious dinner.

Con: you can feed elephants who are 100% bullies. They may steal your phone, and they will snot on you. And they are terribly dangerous.

Con: the rooms and the outside smell like gangrene and I don't know why.

Con: if you prefer wild animals to stay wild, don't come here. 

Would I go back: Maybe. If they can get rid of the smell, then I'd be happy to stay. But only for one night, tops.

Rare and Endangered Species Trust

Pro: educational blowout on animals who are getting rehabbed and there is always something different with each visit.
Pro: you get to see a pangolin! 
Pro: the excellent and dedicated staff are a breath of fresh air.

Con: none noted.

Would I go back: for sure. They are a non-profit organization and all of the tour fees go directly back to them.

Okutala Game Lodge

Pro: it's a catch-rehab-release lodge. They have many rhinos, banded mongooses, and porcupines.

Pro: they have a HIDEY HOLE (bluff) at the level of the watering hole and you can watch the animals super upclose.

Pro: great beds and soft sheets and there is door you can lock in the family room if your children get unruly (just kidding).

Pro: superior customer service and very child friendly. 

Con: food poisoning possible.

Would I go back: yes. 

Mokuti Etosha Lodge 

Pro: it is a lodge that has everything. Pool, spa, reptile park, nightly bon fires, huge dinner buffets, good customer service with beautiful rooms.
Pro: they have grass!

Con: the beds are meh.

Would I go back: totally. Okutala is on the east entrance of Etosha, so it is much farther to drive to than the more frequently used south entrance.

Mount Etjo Safari Lodge

Pro: historically significant lodge. Mount Etjo was the place where Resolution 435 was signed which segued into Namibian independence.

Pro: SO MANY ANIMALS all shapes and sizes.

Pro: they have grass.

Pro: huge, delicious dinners and bon fires.

Con: crappy and expensive drink selection.

Con: taco beds.

Would I go back: yes.

Okonjima 

Pro: high end lodging with high end customer service and high end wine.

Pro: beautiful setting, beautiful rooms, beautiful cats (do NOT miss the leopard drive).

Pro: hiking trails.

Con: you might need to sell a kidney if you want to stay for more than one night.

Would I go back: yes, if I had the money.

THE Sandwich Harbor tour

They all said that the Sandwich Harbor tour would be among the greatest Namibian must-do experiences. They all said the view of the endless sand dunes plunging into the Atlantic Ocean would be unforgettable and breathtaking. They also said we'd be blinded by the flamingos with their flashes of pink permanently seared into our retinas, and the jackals, seals, and kestrels would only add to the scenery.

I would say they were all right. For the most part. 

On a recent gonzo trip around Namibia with my best friend, her parents, and the kids, I included an excursion to Sandwich Harbor, a World Heritage Site located about 80 km south of Walvis Bay. It is indeed a menagerie of all the items mentioned. 

However.

We met with our tour guides whose names I have since forgotten. One announced that he hated children. The other saw my passport and immediately started demanding for a visa, complaining about the horrid, limitations Namibia had on offer. I had been in the car for less than five minutes. Onward he drove, skirting the town, into the marshy salt flats, and through reeds taller than the car. Onward, he complained and I continued to ignore, hoping to bore him into silence. Eventually we stopped to view several hundred, electric pink lesser flamingos hanging around a pond that was seasoned with springbok and jackals. We enjoyed the view and pretended these beautiful creatures didn't stink to high heaven.

Into the dunes, the ride became wild and stomach dropping as the guides gunned the engines to climb and curve around the huge piles of sand like a slingshot. I swallowed my barf more than once while the children screamed for more. Our guide stopped at a dune mid-saddle to allow our party to reunite and climb up for the grand finale view, where dunes meet ocean. Everyone made it to the top winded but unscathed, and we enjoyed an unobstructed view for about two minutes. Then the tour competitors arrived like moths to a flame, and out of 20 trucks spilled about 50 people about to do the same thing we were.

Our guides were incensed by everyone's arrival and wasted no time making their anger known to everyone who drove the dunes wrong, or ruined views of pristine sand with "ignorant" sand boarders and sledders. They shouted and cursed in Afrikaans and gestured like New Yorkers. Admittedly, it was disappointing to see so many tours swarm over the land, but when tourism is considered big business, and that the government had recently allowed more permits onto the land, it should have been of little surprise that everyone and their mother would take advantage to make a few bucks.

For the next few moments though, we would be at peace. The guides chose a secluded patch of sand to set up lunch featuring world famous Namibian oysters and champagne. I opted for water and crackers, but hey- I'm glad it was there. The guides ran off to commiserate leaving me to my friends and family. I filmed my best friend's first experience eating oysters and we laughed until we cried. 

I guess someone's Casio watch beeped, and time was up. We piled back into the trucks and returned north, driving at a moderate clip along the flat sand banks, dodging sick and dying seals, and past malnourished jackals who were waiting for their chance to eat. Perhaps he was feeling funny, or perhaps he was just a steaming spread of diarrhea, but my guide blurted out, "Normally I drive over the dying seals. Oh, would you mind if I drove over that one just now?"

I suppose there are things you do when it's just "you." I could see his perspective: in his mind, he would be putting the animal out of its misery. But, really man? You want to drive over a breathing speed bump while on a tour with kids in the truck? Turns out he was really and truly asking. I replied, "Sweet gravy man! Could you not? No thanks." 

We finally pulled into the sandy parking lot under the gray dreary sky that frequently drapes over the Namibian coast. He helped us out of the car, and asked to exchange emails should the miraculous day come that he could move his family to America. I shook my head and walked away, unable to say anything at all. Unforgettable, indeed.

Lesser flamingos.

Paired for life.

Also paired for life.

Sand duning.

THE Sandwich Harbor.
At least part of it...

Black Manes, Red Sand, Blue Namibian Sky

Mark loves cold-weather camping and on a recent trip to do just that, he was the happiest I had seen him in months. It was three days of frozen water, foggy breath, and building big campfires to sustain the necessary high level of coffee drinking one needs during winter in the Kalahari Desert. Plus, the lodge we camped in is the only place in Namibia that is home to black-maned lions. They are a breed that conservationists think will die out in about three decades because of two reasons: one, the black fur gene is recessive. Two, the land that travel guides call the Deep South of Namibia is majority owned by farmers, so lions that get past their fencing means the farmers shoot first and ask questions later. Thus, the local wildlife vets and conservationists monitor these lions carefully.

During our game drive, we noticed that the oryx acted especially nervous. More so than the springbok, who both live (survive) within the boundaries of the huge lion enclosure, which is about the size of 40,000 official size sports fields. Indeed, the springbok here DO have a distinct advantage of not dying because compared to wildebeest, oryx, or zebra, the lionesses do not find it worth their time to chase and kill them. Their meat would only fill the belly of one lion, two at most. Our guide, wearing nothing more than a hoodie and baseball cap in 2 degree (C) weather, happily mentioned this fact as we all huddled together in the early morning, wrapped in the truck's bright green blankets, ski hats and jackets.

Our drive started before the sun came up. We watched the sky turn from dusky grey to yellow to Namibian blue amid the low laying fog. It took a few hours for the sunlight to sharpen and define everything into shape, and we finally got to see the unique layout of the Kalahari Desert. We'd drive to the top of a sand dune and observe the vast landscape of thorny trees and bushes scattered among the orange sand and yellow grass, eyes peeled for lions. Each dune summit gave us moments of eager anticipation and hope of seeing them, but we mostly just surprised grazing animals on the other side. Leon, the guide, would then drive into the valley, the truck obediently following the carved tracks, like those of a roller coaster.

The first pride we found was sick and tired of people, having recently been darted and given a health check.  We attempted to follow them, including a lingering female who hadn't yet been accepted into the pride, but they were not about to stick around.

We later spotted a group of females lounging on a sunny patch of sand. Leon inched the truck as quietly as one can to get when driving a diesel Landcruiser, and shut off the engine. All we needed to do now was wait (some more) to see when the male would arrive. As soon as he did, we watched him get slapped by couple of lionesses before receiving affection and laying down to stare back at us. The lions were so chill and so beautiful, but it took only one yawn, and the stretch of their powerful legs to remind me they were not the kind of animals to be trifled with. 

Bait

The greeting

Red breasted shrike

Meerkats

Kalahari Red

Wildebeest

Oryx on the run.
Photo credit: David

Big fires. Big.