Driving on the Wrong Side of the Road (Namibia)

Namibia has to be one of the most remote countries I have ever been too. It's a fairly big country at 825,000 sq kilometers, but the population is only 1.83 million in the whole country. The country itself is like a painting. There are so many landscapes that driving through it I could have somehow entered a living art exhibit. The landscape ranges from dotted green shrubs to rocky mountains to termite hills the size of Volkswagens to breathless red sand dunes to a rocky coastline to plains of white sand to jagged purple and blue crags to bright pink sand and really anything else you could imagine in between.
For all it's natural beauty, Namibia remains impossible to get around with public transportation. IT is probably due to this, and the fact that the majority of people overseas couldn't locate it on a map, that has encapsulated the country in its pristine ruggedness and empty space. Because of this, i found myself driving on the other side of the road adn shifting with my left hand, scared shitless and unsure which way to make turns in a rental car.
Now, I am a nervous driver to begin with. I hate cars and worry more than the average person about accidents. Compound this with a rental car and the fact that I have been switching so rapidly through countries that I have no idea what side of the road to drive on and any traffic sense I had is completely scrambled up. I haven't driven in 7 months and it has been even longer since I drove a stick shift, so the whole ordeal was pretty high stress.
But, you sure couldn't beat the view. We drove first to the cookie-cutter German coastal town of Swakupond. It is a truly bizarre place, a schizophrenic mix of a barbie village and a German city. The streets were immaculate, the architecture inspired by doilies and gingerbread houses and the streets completely empty.
After a couple of nights there we headed to Sossusvlei, the red dunes and white pan in the desert that is Namibia's star attraction, despite how difficult it is to reach. The roads are all dirt and traffic sparse which is pretty scary when you are driving through the desert. Rains up tin the mountains cause streams to infiltrate the dirt roads, rendering them impassible more often than not, leaving cars to have to wait for the rains to pass.
I had visions of us stuck waiting for a river to recede or car trouble in the middle of the desert leaving us alone and stranded for days. Luckily, our timing was good and we had minimal trouble with water. The roads did put my driving to the test even in good conditions. Our only bad luck was a flat tire which turned out to be a good thing because as I was struggling to loosen the lug nuts, an SUV rounded the corner and crashed into a cliff.
I sprinted to the vehicle as it was smoking, both airbags had inflated. The young couple who had rented the car were shell shocked. They were OK other than the girls' arm which we were worried might be bleeding internally. I set up traffic warning cones around the blind curve and rolled the car out of the way (praying it wouldn't explode on me when I tried to start the engine). I tire to calm down the girl as much as possible and we called for help as soon as we got into cell-range. They were airlifted out to safety a few hours later. The incident reminded em that there are worse things than a flat tire and that helped keep some perspective when we arrived safely in Sossusvlei.