Africa | Namibia – back to where it all began…
next day we were on the road again – back towards south africa to
>>turn in the car and to meet up with my girlfriends from back home.
>>we picked up a little girl and her sister and took them to the next
>>town. they couldn’t speak much english but the little girl had
>>learned some in school and she drew us some nice pictures using her
>>vocabulary – house – tree – dog – etc and showing us her family,
>>then taught us the herero words for the same.
>>we stopped in and camped that night at a lodge in the middle of the
>>desert run by afrikaaners. It was very kitschy – but we liked it
>>it had it’s own style! It was built out of a railroad car and
>>everything in there was made of a train part or had something to do
>>with trains. Nothing fancy – but there were a few pool tables and
>>a juke box and a few locals. The owner told us the story of the
>>place and how it had been in the family for generations. There was
>>a white dog like spud the budweiser dog who decided he liked us and
>>followed us around. The next morning he woke us up by trying to
>>frantically scratch his way through the mesh window above our heads
>>so that he could lick our faces!! AAAHHhhh wild animal!!! They
>>treated us very well so we had to get our picture together before
>>That night we camped in a national park with beautiful orange rocks
>>and green trees. As we cooked out supper over the fire we were
>>serenaded by local people singing hymns for donations. A man
>>approached us and offered to take us to see a herero village so we
>>took him up on it for the next day.
>>These villages weren’t as traditional as the ones we had visited
>>further north. the mud huts were rectangular and had tin rooves.
>>The tin rooved houses were much hotter than the thatched roof ones
>>we had been in in the north. More modern but less functional.
>>Our guide explained to us the consistency of the walls. All along
>>we had been seeing huge termite mounds by the road side. We even
>>got out to take pictures of ones that were taller over 9ft tall.
>>Apparently the termites put some chemicals in that make the mud
>>stronger. So the people make their house out of a mixture of
>>termite mound mud, dung, and water. Hard work i suppose but free.
>>A very friendly lady at the second village we visited kindly
>>scolded me for traveling so far away from my mother when i wasn’t
>>married. She did this while ironing her floor length pioneer style
>>dress with an iron she heated over a wood fire.
>>We went to the modern local school and found that they studied much
>>the same things as we did. although it seemed a bit more laid back
>>as we just popped by unannounced and were allowed to talk to the
>>students. We asked them what they wanted to be when they grew up
>>and the girls flirted with chris.
>>In Windhoek the next day we enjoyed being in civilization for a
>>change, took in a movie, went shopping, and splurged on indoor
>>accomodation for a change.
>>Upon leaving Windhoek and the next town down the road we passed
>>through a couple of police road blocks. They only said they were
>>looking for someone and let us through.
>>A few hours later we picked up some new hitchers – 4 young guys.
>>These guys were friendly enough as they all squished into the
>>backseat. They wrote their names for us in the hitcher book –
>>Johannes, Gilbey, Mario, and Defend. They taught us a few phrases
>>in their language. After this they began to make us a bit nervous
>>though since they couldn’t seem to find anything to talk about
>>other than rape, murder, and all the crime in Namibia. They told
>>us how in some towns people would throw stones at you when they
>>realized that you were an outsider. Hmmm… didn’t seem like the
>>namibia we had experienced!! thank goodness!! They were holding
>>our box of food on their laps so we offered them to find themselves
>>something to eat inside. When Defend asked us if he could borrow
>>the knife what could we say? After all he already had it in his
>>hand. ‘Sure help yourself!’ teeheehee smiling nervously. Then he
>>asked us if we had seen any roadblocks outside of windhoek. Why as
>>a matter a fact we had wonder how they would have known about that?
>> They spread the peanut butter happily on their bread and then put
>>the knife back in the box. We were relieved to drop them off in
>>the next town. Our food supply had taken a beating but at least we
>>got to keep all our parts!!
>>This put chris and i off picking up hitchers for a while!! At
>>least we decided not to pick up any more groups of young men!!
>>maybe i should have made this a cliff hanger – by leaving off after
>>the part where he asks to borrow that knife?