After dropping Megan at the airport, we headed to the coast to spend a few days at Swakopmund, the crazy activity capital of Namibia. We've gotten pretty good at the road trip, enjoying our tunes courtesy of Nicole's awesome forethought in bringing along her ipod car adapter, breeze blowing in our hair, fun car games (except for that 762nd game of 20 questions, when it just got old), random pit stops at the side of the road when it seems nicer than the gas station bathroom...it doesnt get much better. All the while, marveling at how EASY its been to drive ourselves all over the country. Or rather for our three appointed drivers, Mike, Brent, and Mohammed, to drive us all over the country (thanks again, guys!).
And then...our tire blew up. Not just went flat. Literally, blew up into multiple pieces. I'd never seen anything like it, even though I had had a pretty scary experience the week before I left for Africa when my tire blew as I was going up Donner Summit (of course, then I had AAA. In Namibia, we had Brent) Mike was at the wheel and did a fabulous job of getting us safely to the side of the road, with not a moment of panic (at least that he shared with us). Brent was once again our car guy, getting that tired changed like a pro. Dan and Mike even recovered our hubcap, fully intact. All in all, our adventure lasted 25 minutes. But in the back of our heads, I think we all were thankful that it happened on a paved road (the first we had been on since we went to Etosha at the beginning of our time in Namibia) where there was lots of traffic going by. Evidently, its said that everyone who decides to drive through Namibia has at least one flat tire - thats why the rental companies give you two spares! So basically, our time in Namibia wouldnt have been complete without this experience =)
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