14/12/ – 18/12/2017
After we have finished our little tour in Kaokoland, I immediately have to prepare my journey home. However, I still have some time left, so I can finally look at the latest progress of the various construction projects. I am glad to see that the new classrooms in Otjimuru are now finished and are even furnished with window glasses.
Also in Omanguete, the construction of the school hostel progresses at its scheduled pace. The hard-working guys will lay stone on stone for another week before they are released into the well-deserved Christmas holidays.
A little earlier, Urs’ first foreman Kununu may take his holiday which plays into mine and Janey’s hands. Janey has to leave for Windhoek, just like me. And Kununu also wants to spend a week in the capital to visit a part of his family. During our joint tour, Janey takes the passenger seat of the “Bucky” (pickup truck) and I try to protect myself from the burning sun as best as I can in the back of the vehicle under a blanket. About 300km before we reach Outjo, our destination for the day, we perceive strange engine noises both in the cabin and in the loading area. Shortly after, we stand in the blazing midday sun on the side of the main road and need help. A colleague is sent to tow our “Bucky”. Since Janey and I do not know how and when we can continue our journey, we hold our thumbs out and are lucky right away: the driver of a guest-free long-distance bus with destination Windhoek agrees to take us with him for a very fair price. This will save us the interim night in Outjo and the minibus even has the advantage that I have more than enough space in the interior. However, we have to accept that at the end of today, we will have spent 12 hours in or on a vehicle. We are happy to make that “sacrifice” and reach Windhoek on Friday evening, one day earlier than planned.
On Saturday night, Janey, who lives in the capital, takes me to see some of her friends in “Ludwigsdorf”, the district of the wealthy. Here are the most beautiful and largest houses of the city. On an oversized deck with stunning views of nature, we toast and enjoy a wonderful “braai” (=barbecue).
On Sunday evening, I meet Kununu (who has made it to Windhoek: Kununu-Style!), his brother and some of their friends for a few beers. This time around, I get to know the district “Katatura” (translated from the Otjiherero language: the place we DO NOT want to live in). The place is a kind of “township” (in Namibia called “location”) and if the residents did not spread their joy for living in the evening I would come up with even worse nicknames for this district.
“Ludwigsdorf” and “Katatura”, what a contrast! And you will find exactly that contrast throughout the country, throughout Africa and certainly also on your own doorstep. But does it always have to be that way? NO, man! Of course, we can help shape our environment a bit. Feel free to be animated to do something yourself against injustice, or to support those who already do it. Every little help can make a difference after all…