Road to Windhoek

I was deeply disappointed to learn that my best route to Namibia started with a 1am bus from Livingstone. Naturally, this 1am bus did not arrive until 3am, leaving me plenty of time to doze on a bench and reflect on how freaking cold it was that time of night. The bus came and took me as far as Sesheke, the border town nearest Namibia, at the more reasonable hour of 8:30. Went through customs and got a taxi to Katima Mulilo, the border town on the Namibian side. The driver took me around a while until we found a car heading to the capital, Windhoek. I don't think this was an actual minibus on its route, but a private car picking up people on the way it was already going. So, like hitchhiking, but without the spooky waiting on the side of the road and getting picked up by a lone creeper aspect. I was stuck in the middle of the backseat feeling like my knees were in my chin. Mercifully, he stopped every few hours giving the chance for a stretch, buying convenience store food, and bathrooms honestly, while the passengers in the back were swapped for new ones. I did that for 12 hours. And there was nothing to look at. I advised my fellow passengers that Namibia ought to just give the Caprivi Strip to Botswana and save themselves the trouble. Now I'm trying to find some tours or something to do here. It seems Namibia's tourism was designed for South Africans who come up in their own cars, not people like me with no transportation and not much cash. Oh well, I'll manage.