Scattered in three large Jeeps we head off into the Kalahari. Well, at least into a tiny part of the seemingly endless semi-desert stretching from South Africa across Botswana and Namibia up to Angola.
The first stop we make is at a camel thorn acacia. Fruits are nowhere to be seen, as they are devoured by the animals of the Kalahari immediately. We do however find an enormous nest of weaver birds in the tree, the branches seemingly about to break under the weight any minute. Lumps of dried grass scattered around on the ground prove that this does actually sometimes seem to happen.

Almost already I fear that we are carted now by an undergrowth to the next. Luckily, however, our guide leaves it with these both plants. And, finally, then shortly after we also discover the first Oryx antelopes and springboks who remind of a kangaroo if they jump upwards. Indeed, the first beasts are still removed rather far from us. But this can hardly brake our excitement. Cause we are on safari and have seen springboks! Only later we find out that the springbok is also called domestic animal, because he is to be found, actually, everywhere in Namibia. All the same.

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