North to Outjo
After a rapid scanning of church registers from Walvis Bay and Otjimbingwe kindly provided by Gunter von Schumann of the Scientific Society of Namibia to add to our family history research from yesterday. we said goodbye to Enid and Justin Ellis, whose hospitality we had enjoyed for a week, and set out north for Outjo, stopp;ing at Okahandja for lunch at the Bakerei Dekker, where Val had a sausage breakfast and I had Bockwurst and salad. It wasn’t gourmet stuff, but good and plentiful.
Unlike Gobabis and Windhoek, Okahandja has changed little over the last 40 years. It seems cleaner, less dusty and better-maintained than back then, and no doubt some of the shop names have changed, and there are more eating places, but that’s about it. O yes, and the highway had bypassed the town. But unlike similar towns in South Africa, such as Villiers and Wepener, which we visited two years ago, there was no marked deterioration. Wepener was neglected and dirty, and Villiers looked like a ghost town. Perhaps the differce was that in Okahandja the new eating places, even the franchised ones like Steers, were in town rather than on the bypass.
Another difference was the road signs. Forty years ago one had to beware of kudu. Now it’s warthogs that pose the danger to cars.
Speaking of roads and traffic, one thing we noticed was that Windhoek drivers are much more disciplined and courteous than Pretoria ones. They wait at pedestrian crossings. They queue in the correct lane, and they observe speed limits (for the most part). There are few minibus taxis, but apparently lots of metered taxis, using ordinary saloon cars.
On the road to Otjiwarongo there are two distinctive conical hills, which can be seen for about half the distance of 170 km
There are also some distinctive rock formations
There is also a place called Sukses, which used to have a sign saying Hotel Petrol, but this time we failed to see it. Perhaps the Hotel Petrol failed.
At about sunset we reached the Sasa Safari Camp near Outjo, which has a splendid view over a broad valley, and a heraldic dog reflected in the swimming pool.
So here I am sitting at the dimly-lit bar, Windhoek lager at my elbow, typing this and enjoying the free WiFi which lasts until the electricity is switched off at 11:00 pm, while Val sits outside contemplating the stars in idyllic peace. And the guy who runs the place is preparing a braai for supper. And if there are typos in this, blame the dim light, I can hardly see the keyboard.
Corrected the typos, spent a comfortable night, and left the Sasa Safari Camp the next morning after a comfortable night and a very good breakfast on the terrace, with a good view over the valley below.
We also left a few of our BookCrossing books at Sasa (which, we were told, means “peace” in the Damara language). So, if you visit Sasa in the not-too-distant future, keep an eye out for them!
On leaving Sasa we spent a couple of days In the Etosha National Park 15-17 May 2013 | Notes from underground.