I decided about a month ago to take a spontaneous holiday and have spent the last couple of weeks in Namibia. My cousin Leslie has been there for the last eight months and plane tickets were suddenly rather cheap so I took off from West Africa to see a bit of the Africa everyone dreams about. I wanted to see big animals, meet other Peace Corps Volunteers, and spend some time with a relative I never see. As far as those three things, the trip was a complete success.
I arrived at the Windhoek airport early on Thursday morning sleep deprived and curious. I got from the airport to the bus station via a connection of Leslie’s and settled in to wait for the next several hours until there were enough customers to leave. Windhoek kind of shocked me. I didn’t see much of it the whole trip, but it’s a very clean and modern city, full of new buildings, new cars, painted houses with high walls, interesting looking restaurants—a city like anyone would find in America and better than most. The car that was to take me to Keetmanshoop was new, operational, clean and spacious, quite dissimilar to my normal travel experiences in Ghana. As customers filled the car, I began to get a feel for the people in this new place—the sound of Afrikaans, the enormous diversity in skin color, and the sound of one of Southern Africa’s many “clicking” languages. Very musical and fun to listen to.
Eventually we left for Keetmans and as I watched (and we flew down a very smooth and well-maintained road, might I add) the land changed from mountainous to mid-western flat with fields and great herds of goats and cows. We arrived too late in Keetmans to get a car to Aus, so I stayed with a couple PCVs in that town. Two volunteers were living in a flat at the hospital’s quarters with two other Czech volunteers. Electricity, running water, apartment style housing, fridge, oven, etc. Is this Peace Corps? One of the PCVs, Will, was heading to Luderitz in the morning and Aus was on the way, so we headed out the next morning to find a car.
Namibia is very sparsely populated—especially in the south. There are only two million people in the whole country. Towns in the south are few and far between, so at every town almost every car has to stop and refuel. People looking for rides and drivers looking for customers often find each other at gas stations. So Will and I hunkered down at a gas station for a couple of hours until a “combi” (large van) going to Luderitz picked us up. It was a couple hours to Aus and the land changed again from Missouri to Utah. As the grasslands transitioned to the Namib Desert, mountains made of sandstone blocks erupted out of the ground. Sand, shrubbery, cacti, strange looking trees, and empty riverbeds were all that could be seen in the mountain beneath the cloudless blue sky. Aside from the lack of sage brush, it looked so very similar to the land that was Leanna’s and mine playground for so many years. In here was Aus and the Klein Aus Vista lodge that was Leslie’s workplace. We sat and had lunch in the lodge dining room (you have no idea how excited I was about that ham sandwich) on the balcony overlooking the desert and began our three or four days of nonstop talking. After collecting some fruits and veggies from the bosses for dinner that night, we walked to Leslie’s house in Aus and then took the five minute walk around Aus. You’d think (or at least I did) this would be a village, but it’s not. Aus is like a little resort town at low season—there’s nobody in it. But, like Windhoek, its clean, modern, and with nobody walking around. And the local people are in a lower income neighborhood across the street away from the town. Of course the best part was the short nightly ritual we set up having good German beer (dear God it was so good) outside on the Bahnhof Hotel deck where a couple nights later I enjoyed a dinner of kudu and ostrich kebabs.
Unfortunately, there’s not much to do in Aus except hike, or maybe visit the nearby wild horses from which the lodge earns its living. Hence the Texas-Cowboy-in-Africa feel that the lodge exudes. So we hiked to The Lookout—the sort hike over the rocks between the peaks of the mountains that are the barrier between the mountain desert and the moonscape into nothingness on the other side.
That nothingness we crossed a couple days later on the way to Luderitz, an oddly placed, old German colony on the west coast of Namibia. Originally settled by German colonists in the 1800s(?) mostly because of the nearby rich diamond deposit, it is an odd mixture of beach and desert. Ocean on one side, flowing sand dunes on the other three sides. We walked around Shark Island; a place once used by the Germans in an early genocide of Africans, but today is a very windy camping park, the history invisible to its modern uses. And we went to Kolmanskuppe, a town built a few miles out of Luderitz purely to house the workers of the diamond “mine.” In fact most of the diamonds they found were lying on the surface. For 20 some years in the early 1900s, Kolmanskuppe was a thriving little town complete with theater hall, gymnastics equipment, a school, an ice factory, and a hospital with one of the earliest working x-ray machines, then it was abandoned abruptly and the surrounding desert is slowly burying it. Now it’s a destination for history buffs and, oddly enough, photographers of all abilities wanting to play with the site’s light and shadow abnormalities. We spent the morning playing and experimenting with our cameras, or, at least, I did.
While in Luderitz we stayed with a couple PCVs who were living in a flat in town. Will, my hitch hiking buddy from earlier was there and we all had a great time swapping our Peace Corps experiences over a wonderful dinner of rice and rogan josh curry with chicken. Mmmmm. As Thursday faded and with it my first week in Namibia, I was trying to find a way to see Etosha National Park, a long way to the north. It was becoming more and more apparent to me that I would feel incredibly stupid and regretful if I left Namibia without seeing the best wildlife viewing it had to offer. None of the tours seemed to be working out with my schedule, since it is the low season so less tours are booked. Since Leslie had to go back to Aus anyway to work, I decided to just travel to Windhoek the next day, and hole up at the popular Chameleon Backpacker’s Hostel and see if something would “work out.”
Nice photos from Namibia!
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