In between various excursions to see seals, snakes and lizards, I pottered around Swakopmund. It's a beautiful small town with lovely coffee shops, bars and old buildings - many of which were built by the Germans at the beginning of the 20th Century.
One afternoon I paid 20 N$ (~£1.20) and climbed the Woermann House Tower to enjoy the views of Swakopmund.
View to the north.
East.
South.
West.
And down into the wonderful courtyard.
With its decorative tiles.
This is another beautifully preserved building, Hohenzollern.
I'd never seen one of these before! A mobile ATM. I'm not quite sure why it was parked here bearing in mind there were numerous ATMs just around the corner.
And when in Namibia, drink Namibian...
But I wasn't brave or probably capable enough to down one of these huge steins.
I met some interesting people along the way all with their own stories, backgrounds and cultures. Many of them were German but Swiss, Irish, French, Austrian, South African, American and Romanian all appeared along my journey.
I dined out with a French, Swiss and German trio one evening. They were fun to chat to although we'd unfortunately chosen to eat in a noisy bar so I struggled to hear the conversation. The Swiss lady was particularly inspirational as she'd travelled solo all over Africa (Rwanda, Uganda etc) and was driving herself around Namibia. Perhaps I should do so next time. The French guy had ridden his motorbike down from Gibraltar and the German was just starting a 4 month exploration of Africa. Blimey - I feel very untravelled.
The following evening I dined with Reinhard at the Jetty. A place of glorious sunsets. Rienhard (German) is a paraglider and outdoor instructor who I met on the catamaran trip. As my German is non-existent and his English poor we had to resort to typing messages on his iPad using a translator tool which made the conversation a little stilted. But not uninteresting. I think he was just glad to escape his paragliding colleagues for a bit.
And there goes another day in Namibia.
One afternoon I paid 20 N$ (~£1.20) and climbed the Woermann House Tower to enjoy the views of Swakopmund.
View to the north.
East.
South.
West.
And down into the wonderful courtyard.
With its decorative tiles.
This is another beautifully preserved building, Hohenzollern.
I'd never seen one of these before! A mobile ATM. I'm not quite sure why it was parked here bearing in mind there were numerous ATMs just around the corner.
And when in Namibia, drink Namibian...
But I wasn't brave or probably capable enough to down one of these huge steins.
I met some interesting people along the way all with their own stories, backgrounds and cultures. Many of them were German but Swiss, Irish, French, Austrian, South African, American and Romanian all appeared along my journey.
I dined out with a French, Swiss and German trio one evening. They were fun to chat to although we'd unfortunately chosen to eat in a noisy bar so I struggled to hear the conversation. The Swiss lady was particularly inspirational as she'd travelled solo all over Africa (Rwanda, Uganda etc) and was driving herself around Namibia. Perhaps I should do so next time. The French guy had ridden his motorbike down from Gibraltar and the German was just starting a 4 month exploration of Africa. Blimey - I feel very untravelled.
The following evening I dined with Reinhard at the Jetty. A place of glorious sunsets. Rienhard (German) is a paraglider and outdoor instructor who I met on the catamaran trip. As my German is non-existent and his English poor we had to resort to typing messages on his iPad using a translator tool which made the conversation a little stilted. But not uninteresting. I think he was just glad to escape his paragliding colleagues for a bit.
And there goes another day in Namibia.
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