Mar 18 2013 Etosha by the back door

We got special permission, a ticket for a wild party without tourists. We enter Etosha by the back door, the deserted roads leading to, No tourists or guards or controls, as teenagers on a Saturday night without parents and without timetables. It was a good plan.

The freedom of a car surrounded by animals is exciting and this one turns instinctively reckless. Crossing the Etosha National Park is comparable to travel from one end to Galicia, but instead of manors or granaries, one can find gazelles and elephants.

Our being idiots made us stop urinating next to the bushes, because it was obvious-thought-, there was nothing.

Our journalists condition allowed us to point the camera to forests studded with giraffes and zebras and our condition of idiots made us stop urinating next to the bushes, because it was obvious-thought-, there was nothing. Nothing in sight, clear. One minute after downloading the anxiety of a deserted road, came a galloping rhino, running to nowhere with the fondness of a fugitive. He crossed the road without looking, because there are no boundaries or signs for the animals. We did not leave the car in a few hours. In Etosha, one understands that the surprise is routine. Sometimes they were the gazelles thompson, jumping as if trying to fly in every hint. They are the most explicit expression of the stress of the savanna. At other times, were the wildebeest, always in stampede. Sometimes giraffes appeared, running in slow motion, without understanding that it was a monster silver to four wheels in those places.

The animals lived with the usual surprises: a lion in the brush, angry leopard, badass group of wild dogs… normal in that part of Africa, but none had the presence of a Toyota. Were, More than ever, out of place, because in the western part of the park there were other humans looking out of the window.

Out of the car were just one dish lunch, without a guard post in to ask a guide, without a booth in which buy postcards.

Etosha extends on a plain, with a salt lake, dry and hungry bellies trees. Out of the car were just one dish lunch, without a guard post in to ask a guide, without a booth in which buy postcards. So for hours. And we came to a artificial pond, an oasis that meets the buffalo and monkeys and birds and alligators and journalists wanting aimlessly feel Africa.

Far, the trunk of an elephant approached with the serenity of an old, leisurely, because water is not moving and without fear, because nobody dares to attack soft aquella. But nothing irritates more to an animal than a Salvaje unprecedented presence, to be an Unknown. Allie we were Jose Luis y yo, de nuevo a la weather of a place lleno of fangs. Look al elephant who approached. Su contemplate walking octopus, su determination. It saw as llegar Quien expect one storm without umbrella. Then on Y su big head shake, let us know, as before it hizo el rhino a la carrera. "Away from here", wine to say with an eloquent gesture. Y starts it Toyota.

Allie we were Jose Luis y yo, de nuevo a la weather of a place lleno of fangs.

More later in mixtures with one herd of zebras distressed by it engine noise it. Health zebras them from the car and after he stopped to record a group of orig, emblem of this land of Namibia. We returned to point the camera at an elephant looked askance with contempt that not even consider you a threat.

And gradually left the park filling retinal wild prints. But, throughout the day was us barbarians. We interrupted the herds, we accelerated the roads and we smiled at a world that does not allow too many jokes.

I had the absurd idea that once outside the park, the jackals, zebras and elephants gathered to talk about us. Perhaps commented his way our visit, without understanding why we were in a hurry, why we peer into their world, why they watched in amazement, why they took pictures without contributing anything.