Blokarting: part two

After lunch there were a range of smaller jobs to do, wire braiding, trawling camera trap photos, breaking egg shells and so an opportunity returned to once again go Blokarting. Katarina had already had a turn so this time it was me. Like before, we helped extract the karts and sails from the warehouse and put them together with the wind trying hard to take us away before we'd even started. As I step into the kart a gust blows me over and I brace myself (which was a mistake) and bash my knee. I laugh it off climb out and pull it back up.

 

Like yesterday we begun by riding the wind to the runway, which was surprisingly energetic. It didn't take much to get these things moving. And yet without the wind you would go nowhere. So it was a journey of three speeds: how-do-you-get-this-thing-moving, does-it-go-any-faster, and I'm-going-to-die. The latter was rare, very sudden and of indeterminate length. If thrill was sought, thrill was found. 

At the runway we line up and make our way down the kilometre or so in fits and starts. It doesn't quite last as long as I would have liked but by the end my thrill meter was satisfied. Sadly the journey back is against the wind so again we are all tied up and dragged back while Katarina snaps us from the truck. I'm very grateful we got to do this. I also felt a little guilty as there was plenty of work to do but we're out just having fun. The other take is that they've bought these for tourists and we're just the guinea pigs while they try to work out the best route. That's what they tell us. Whatever the case sailing the winds in a gokart across the Namibian desert is not something I had anticipated.