Tent cat

The walk back to our tents is in the pitch dark, through the sand. We use our phones to guide us and I'm grateful they know the way as I lose my bearings quickly here. Back at the campsite my bed has an existing occupant: tent cat. That's its official name since all the staff who were here when it first arrived are now gone. But it takes up residence in this tent. In my bed. I'm the lucky one. Actually I am. As we settle to sleep, still buzzing from our first day here, but still only about 10pm, I try to navigate my legs around this little friend that has stubbornly made it's home in my bed. This is only our second full day in Nambia and it feels like a week - in a good way. But our first days on holiday always feel like this, like time is slower at the start.