ALLIE: DAY 14: Wednesday, 28th of February
Fascinating rock
formations at Spitzkoppe and onwards to Omaruru
Our journey takes us across more empty dust roads towards
the “Matterhorn of Namibia”, the Spitzkoppe. We can see see it from afar. In
the middle of flat and deserted countryside there is the “spitze” mountain. As
we enter the National Park it is clear that nature has again created some
amazing structures. Little round balls of rock sit like eggs on the soft but
steep slopes of these granite rocks. We climb up to “Bushmans paradise”. A
steep ascent on a rope. Underneath the
shelter of a overhanging huge rock there are some wall paintings. Not as clear
as the Brandbergs ones, but still quite nice to look at. We leave Bushmans
paradise for the bushman (this certainly not being paradise for my dear husband
with no Cider and having to climb a steep hill) and drive a bit deeper into the
area. And there I find my paradise: a little pond set within the red rocks with
splendid views over the Spitzkoppe.
On past the little ex-German town of Usakos where only the historical locomotive from 1912 still stands in front of a desolate railway station in memory of more glorious days. Its 30 km on a tarmac road to the gold town of Karibib. The B2 is the main highway of Namibia connecting the coastal area of Swakopmund and Windhoek the capital. So it’s a bit of a shock to see huge trucks and even having to queue to over take them!
On past the little ex-German town of Usakos where only the historical locomotive from 1912 still stands in front of a desolate railway station in memory of more glorious days. Its 30 km on a tarmac road to the gold town of Karibib. The B2 is the main highway of Namibia connecting the coastal area of Swakopmund and Windhoek the capital. So it’s a bit of a shock to see huge trucks and even having to queue to over take them!
We leave Omaruru and search for our “Game lodge”. A few not very
tasteful huts are set in a park full of zebras, Oynx, Wilderbeast and Kudus.
The similarity of being in a zoo is quite obvious. But the ex-property tycoon
from Chur in Switzerland, Thomas Domenig, now owner and creator of this lodge,
explains to us: “The difference here is, that the animals are free, but you are
protected to watch them.” So indeed a zoo, but an inverted one!
Domenig always had wanted to set up a animal farm and in 1994 he and his wife realized their dream by buying this 3400 hectar land and 300 animals. Today he has got 3000 wild animals, including three elephant, two rhinoceros, two hippopotamus named Hermann and Hermine, and many others. After sunset the animals come to a waterhole to be fed by the local wardens and the boss himself. We are lucky – in the end even the 2,5 tons heavy rhinoceros slowly walk in to collect their share of the food.
Domenig always had wanted to set up a animal farm and in 1994 he and his wife realized their dream by buying this 3400 hectar land and 300 animals. Today he has got 3000 wild animals, including three elephant, two rhinoceros, two hippopotamus named Hermann and Hermine, and many others. After sunset the animals come to a waterhole to be fed by the local wardens and the boss himself. We are lucky – in the end even the 2,5 tons heavy rhinoceros slowly walk in to collect their share of the food.
They are pretty to watch, but this is certainly not the real Africa. Am debating whether I want to stay another night in the zoo or escape to the real world again.
PHIL: Day
14/28 Feb
Off
to Spitzkoppe, a group of wildly eroded conglomerate mountains with bushmen
cave paintings.At 11 a.m. we are the first visitors of the day and only see
three other groups of tourists in three hours of delighted wanderings through
deserted the rock formations. Of course Allie finds a bathing pool in a rock
cleft but her urge to swim naked is tempered by a rather prudish-looking German
family (whom I thought looked like a pastor and his wife and young daughters
anyway) so she retreats to her bikini.
Allie
is also in a ‘driving’ mood, which means her looking mostly at the passing
scenery whilst performing some kind of contortion to keep her bum off the seat
and legs in perpetual motion. All this whilst she holds the steering wheel and
searches, mostly in vain, for a gear two cogs higher than required by road
conditions. I fight to prevent myself offering useful tips like “ for Christ’s
sake look ahead and ‘read’ the road” because she so rarely wants to drive other
than brief stints first thing in the day when I am also fresh, and when she
does she complains constantly about wanting to stop and take some form of
exercise.
We
make it to Omaruru via the two uninspiring townships of Usakos and Karibib by
late afternoon.The settlement at Omaruru seems to offer more enticing German
colonial style – but no working Internet facility – which we promise to
investigate tomorrow. To our dismay the Omaruru Game Lodge at which we are
booked begins to look increasingly ‘Disney-esque’, with animals in zoo-like
enclosures, set feeding times for animals and humans alike, and house rules on
dress style at dinner etc. Not ‘us’.
First
impressions were confirmed by a proudly displayed press cutting about the
Lodge’s wealthy Swiss owner in which a suggestion that his establishment was in
fact ‘a zoo’ were angrily dismissed. We watched as the self-same man hand fed a
selection of ‘wild’ animals culminating in a pair of rhinos who allowed their
horns to be stroked by excited tourists.
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