PHIL: Day 15/1 March.
By now we have decided we couldn’t stomach two days of this charade so, after Allie watched cheetah and a leopard being served their breakfast, we fled into Omaruru. Not, however, before chancing upon yet another balloonist based in
time a 130kg+ German, who just happened to be spending the night at the same
lodge with his family en-route to the coast. Namibia
Omaruru town gives an even stronger sense of ‘
abroad’ than did
Swakopmund. Shops, official buildings, churches and hotels all bore names and
instructions in German (despite English being Germany ’s official language), and
indeed the Central Hotel receptionist could only speak to us in German.
Apparently over 500 people of German origin still live in this town of 3000. Namibia
diversions include a nicely preserved war memorial commemorating German victory
over the local Herero tribe in 1904, curiously (in PC Africa) proclaimed as a
Namibian Heritage Site. A German here also runs the only winery in
hectares of vines, and cacti for his schnapps), whilst an Afrikaans lady has
what must be the world’s tiniest hand-made chocolate enterprise – just three
employees – producing Belgian-style confectionery in an unlikely-looking tin
Dinner menu at the Central is straight out of
– schnitzel, wiener wurst, obstsalat. Hoping Allie gets a good night’s sleep
after disruption by my snoring last night, otherwise we may be booking into
separate rooms from now on. Bavaria
ALLIE: DAY 15: Thursday, 1st of March
Fighting the internet, a deserted airstrip, a winery and a chocolate factory
We decided that we wanted to escape from the zoo. But at least I want to see the leopard and the cheetahs. They are fed each morning with a bit bloody piece of Kudu meat. Within seconds they dig into the meat groaning and purring like real cats. But you wouldn’t want to mess with them. The leopard has already killed two females that we supposed to mate with him! Even trying to take a picture of him seems to be out of discussion with him. We leave.
Book ourselves into the much cheaper and friendly German run “Central Hotel” in central Omaruru and battle with the non-existing internet connection at the local Telecom shop. The national agency itself has to ring up Windhoek headquarters and book a line to get access, incredible!
In the afternoon we search for the remains of the “Runway Pub” and the local flying club, but all we can find – again to the great disappointment of Phil – are three dogs and a closed hangar. The public swimming pool or the local golf course are also devoid from any signs of activity. It seems to me that the 500 Germans and 2500 blacks are mainly interested in their huge department store “Spar” and possibly in religious affairs. I count at least five churches from different denominations.
For 17 years he has been living here running a plumbing business on this farm. The he got the idea of producing wine. He tried and succeeded. His Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon and other grapes turn nicely into good tasting wines under the hot sun of Africa. The problem with too little rain is solved by watering systems from the ground.
After the alcohol, we need some food. So we visit the chocolate factory. How anybody in the world can make a profit of producing chocolate in a hot desert country like this? But the Urte and Kallie Doergeloh do. “We are busy all year round,” she explains to us whilst we taste some of her delicious hand made pralines. And then she shows us her “production line”. They consist of exactly three persons: one who oversees the ovens where the chocolate is melted, the next one pours the hot melted Belgium chocolate into a mould whilst the third one wraps each single praline into a piece of coloured paper. Not daring to buy chocolate in this 38 degree heat we decide that we can at least buy some of her side products: foot cream for “dry and smelly feet”!