We stocked up on provisions at Outjo(settled in 1880).  There was a yummy German bakery there, and lunch was sausage rolls and meat pies. Mmmm.  By late afternoon we reached the Cheetah Park.  This conservation project is run by a farming family.  The boys of the family grew up there, and have taken over most of the dealings with visitors.  There was a young giraffe that the family adopted as well after they found it wounded and caught in a fence.  We got a brief history of the place and the cheetahs, took some photos with the tame ones, then watched as they were fed hunks and blobs of bloody meat.

Afterwards, we got in the back of a jeep with a small trailer to see the wild cheetahs fed.  The guys got out armed only with a piece of rebar as protection and threw meat to the kitties that had been following the jeeps since we got outside the fencing.  Drinks at the bar that night went to support the cheetah program, so we were more than happy to help.  We were introduced to the springbok this night (a shot consisting of peppermint schnapps and Amarula).  A few of the single gals giggled, flirted and chatted up the boys behind the bar (some perhaps more than that) and a good time was had by all.

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