It happened at half time of our two weeks in Namibia. With our station wagon we were already on the way toward Epupa at 7 o'clock very early in the morning. Suddenly on the sandy road the car came to hurl, first easily, then more strongly…

I had already experienced this happening several times and in each case avoiding strong steering movements and brake actions. However, this time the hurl was becoming so extreme that I didn’t know any longer whether I should cling to the steering wheel or trying a countersteering movement.

Anything was of no avail as the wheels didn’t react to any steering movement, in fact, in a sharp right turn the car was directly steering into a heap of sand being laterally filled up. The car overrolled itself, due to the speed that was suddenly broken by the heap of sand.

I was just feeling my head pushing against the roof, hearing a loud rattling and then a braking stop. Nora is crying immediately: Mom are you okay? and I also ask her directly whether she is ok.

Stating that we both are obviously unhurt, we are first getting off the car and are speechless. That this has happened to us! After one role around its own axle the car is standing again on wheels in the field.

At first we both were so confused that we couldn’t think clearly. That was continuing until the first car was driving along the road. Now we both were becoming immediately lively by beckoning the car energetically to us. The car also stopped immediately and five men and a woman are getting off the car coming over to us, asking concerned about any injuries, stroking us reassuring over our arms.