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I only knew Namibia by its rugby team dear to the Herrero Brothers,
While treading the soil of Southern Africa it is an Ovambo who received us, brother of the Hereros,
Redemptus, native guide informed us of the love of French learned on the job,
And it was in the middle of the bush that he invited us to the ESTOCHA feast.

All equipped with binoculars, tablets and cameras here we are in 4 x 4 embedded,
Barely gone, on the menu it was quickly storm, lightning and water flurries, all quickly showered,
But once the tropical laundry ended, the zoo show started,
It was the great parade of impalas, elephants, giraffes, lionesses and lion cubs at the table.

After a long ride on a straight road through the reserve bristling with termite mounds,
The meeting with the women of the ocher will plunge us into the customs of a proud ethnic group,
Here polygamy allows men to swap five cows for a Himba woman
These elegant topless welcomed us to Moro, Perivi, Newa.

Midway, Redemptus, you had booked us two walks to go back years,
On the stony slope the forest had no shade, these petrified trunks from the mists of time,
In the Twyfelfontein theater, the rock-cut animal zoo was impressive,
As for the basaltic pipes they opened the appetite to the Cactus on the backs of singing ladies.

After crossing the Namibian wilderness with age-old rocks,
You drove us to the edge of the Atlantic Ocean to witness the ballet of light sea lions
Somewhat worried about the conditions of the meal to live on the boat,
Thanks to 2 quality skippers, it was champagne, oysters and petit fours with the pelicans as a gift.

For March 10, Jo will remember long disabled by watery eyes,
You made us play the cosmonauts, small steps on the moon by 40 ° heated,
Then it was the crossing of the desert mountainous landscapes, sometimes dotted with green fields,
Your lynx eye catching an oryx in a gully or vulture perched on a dormant tree.

On the road to Solitaire your tired flocks after the country meal, went to the pool with going,
Not to mention Jo to organize the appetizer and order the birthday cake with songs,
The next day, wake up under the moon for a sunrise on the glowing dunes, sublime show,
Your desert conference, wand in hand, in search of the white lady conquered your intimates.

You had to be up on the right foot to follow you in the dune trumpet on the edge of the dead swamp,
Some cursing you in their climbing moving shoes weighed down by sand to the brim,
Believing that we still had some resource you inflected the ride to the canyon of the 6 thongs,
But as a good master, you rewarded us with a delicious meal at Sossusvlei without manners.

Sunday the pastor-guide offered us as a preaching lecture on Namibia,
After crossing the desert from thirst to the blood-colored land of Kalahari,
The typical meal stop at Malthahohe reserved a moment of emotion with the NAMAS choir,
Mandela, in his eternal home, faced with the fusion of young and old, black and white had to applaud all the time.

Thirty boys and girls sang their daily lives, flag unfurled for a thunderous anthem,
The troupe of French visitors, offered them under the baton of the ARIE ... JOY a Marseillaise sounding,
Then barely put the suitcases at the Anib Khalahari, was in the glowing plains a last safari,
Where at sunset with Joseph, Shimi and Ndumba you offered us an aperitif, under the red moon.

For our last day, it was wake up at 4 pm and departure at the full moon,
He groped for the buttons on the bus, Rapoté having remained stuck in his sleep of the dunes,
Transformed into a handler you have packed suitcases without forgetting the breakfast,
Finishing your mission in the capital WINDHOEK, from church to market.

In your company we have discovered the Redeemer, a caring man who listens to all,
Ah, what a handsome man would have said Jack Lang, French politician touches everything,
Tall, slender, elegant with your star glasses you dream of some by thought,
At Jean Gabin they could have told you, "You have beautiful eyes, you know!"

Redemptus, Thank you very much for your availability and your beautiful conferences for our initiation,
Thank you for opening the beautiful pages of the book of your charming country,
On the road to Solitaire your tired flocks after the country meal, went to the pool with going,
Not to mention Jo to organize the appetizer and order the birthday cake with songs,
The next day, wake up under the moon for a sunrise on the glowing dunes, sublime show,
Your desert conference, wand in hand, in search of the white lady conquered your intimates.

You had to be up on the right foot to follow you in the dune trumpet on the edge of the dead swamp,
Some cursing you in their climbing moving shoes weighed down by sand to the brim,
Believing that we still had some resource you inflected the ride to the canyon of the 6 thongs,
But as a good master, you rewarded us with a delicious meal at Sossusvlei without manners.

Sunday the pastor-guide offered us as a preaching lecture on Namibia,
After crossing the desert from thirst to the blood-colored land of Kalahari,
The typical meal stop at Malthahohe reserved a moment of emotion with the NAMAS choir,
Mandela, in his eternal home, faced with the fusion of young and old, black and white had to applaud all the time.

Thirty boys and girls sang their daily lives, flag unfurled for a thunderous anthem,
The troupe of French visitors, offered them under the baton of ARIE ... JOY a sounding Marseillaise,
Then barely put the suitcases at the Anib Khalahari, was in the glowing plains a last safari,
Where at sunset with Joseph, Shimi and Ndumba you offered us an aperitif, under the red moon.

For our last day, it was wake up at 4 pm and departure at the full moon,
He groped for the buttons on the bus, Rapoté having remained stuck in his sleep of the dunes,
Transformed into a handler you have packed suitcases without forgetting the breakfast,
Finishing your mission in the capital WINDHOEK, from church to market.

In your company we have discovered the Redeemer, a caring man who listens to all,
Ah, what a handsome man would have said Jack Lang, French politician touches everything,
Tall, slender, elegant with your star glasses you dream of some by thought,
At Jean Gabin they could have told you, "You have beautiful eyes, you know!"

Redemptus, Thank you very much for your availability and your beautiful conferences for our initiation,
Thank you for opening the beautiful pages of the book of your charming country,
Good luck to you and full success to the 13 ethnic groups
Having for single motto "A Namibian, A Nation".

Young father of 2 children, the Agency Akilanga Namibia entrusted to him a group of Papi and Mami,
Parisians, Britons, Provençaux, Aquitaine and Burgundy,
Rapote, you the real Herero, you were discreet and courteous without fuss,
Demonstrating your talent, foot pedals and flying in your hands renowned expert.

You knew how to adapt your speed on the long bithumed roads of the North,
By slowing down on the tolle-corrugated tracks of the South to avoid the big jolts,
Thank you Rapoté for your friendly company during the 2,500 km leading us to port,
Even if this morning your awakening was difficult, good luck between desert and bush.

Ladies and Gentlemans for those lucky enough to have them on the 4x4 or the boat,
A big thank you to Marie Claire from France from above,
And Danièle l'Occitane Bourguignonne has avoided the worst,
By using interpreters in the language of Shakespeare.
 
                                                          L’ ARIÉ…JOIE

 
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