We arrived on the gravel and turned left towards the Dobe border post. We arrived at a very 'African time" setup. The border officials was having a chat under a tree whilst we waited in the hut to be helped out of the country. The official then decided to hand our passports back calling us by our very Afrikaans and German names and surnames, except me I have a easy one. We laughed out loud and proceeded to ask the border police officer to take our picture. In Africa slowing down many times speeds things up. Become part of the flow of these border crossings and paperwork. Fill in your form and halfway stop put the pen down and ask the official where he is from as you might have passed the town/village/area on your travels. This will insure easy border crossings. Don't make personal jokes about the official, but rather about your attempt at being a bush person. As we crossed into Namibia Rickus got a front puncture, so we proceeded to repair it on the veranda of the immigration office under the supervision of the Namibian border police. Most of Namibian and Botswana and it's people are humble people that wish you no harm. Your are safe 99% of the time and would really need to go look for trouble to find it. The occasional beggar or drunk will be your biggest problems human wise. We continued on to Tsumkwe and the start of our Kaudum Circumnavigation expedition. We where the first bike to do this ever, 720 km of amazing wild riding.