Two Knives, One Fight for My Life

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Driving from Livingstone to Windhoek — but this journey took a dark turn.

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The day I arrived, I was attacked and robbed by two armed men. The first went for my stomach with a knife, and the second came from behind on my left, aiming for my ribs. In that moment, I had to let go of the first attacker — and he escaped with my phone and all my data from Zanzibar to Namibia.

I survived… but it was close.

After two weeks waiting in Windhoek for updates, nothing happened. I’m disappointed with the police work, and I didn’t get my phone or SD card back. I’ve now moved on.

After this experience, I can’t recommend Namibia for tourism anymore.

The robbery happened right here on these stairs.
More details on my blog.

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