MK - Annemarie took this photo on Sunday evening from our lodge close to Etosha National Park. We were planning on spending the next couple of days in the park before moving on. A few minutes later she phoned home to learn that her father had been rushed to hospital and had died a couple of hours after arrival. Jack had just celebrated his 96th birthday. He'd been ill for sometime but it was obviously devastating news for Annemarie being so far away and feeling so helpless. That night and the next morning were a scramble of repacking and arranging flights followed by a mad dash 350 miles back to Windhoek the next morning for her to catch the plane home. She made it back Tuesday morning. I know she'll want to write something about him and her feelings soon - once the madness of arranging the funeral and all the other legal arrangements is over. Jack was her hero.
I've hung around in Windhoek for the last few days while we waited to see what was happening but there appears to be a delay with the funeral so I'm about to move on. It's not really possible to leave the Landrover behind. So it's north to Bushmanland and then on to Botswana. The plan is then for Annemarie to rejoin me somewhere along the way.
God speed Jack.