May 21, 2011

"That One’s an Ugly One"

We took another trip to Sossusvlei over the Easter break.


We weren’t the only ones


who came to see the vlei filled with rain water after this historic high rain year in Namibia.


Our last night before heading back to Windhoek, we camped at Namib Grens Guest Farm. 


This unprecedented rainy season has left some serious mud holes in Namibia’s gravel roads. We thought these particular mud holes were a little tricky coming into Namib Grens but we were driving a 4x4 Toyota Hilux so we navigated through them without a problem.





Those mud holes paled in comparison to the ones we encountered on the road home the next morning.

We had the farm owner’s son, Bertie, with us because we had agreed to give him a lift back to Windhoek for his job. Bertie seemed to be about nineteen or so and has been driving on and around the farm since he was ten. He was invaluable in helping us “read" the mud holes, knowing which areas of water covered clay goo you could sink into and which water areas covered relatively firm gravel you could safely drive over. We had just navigated this mud hole

and saw trucks parked to the side of the road just ahead. We pulled over and got out to see what people were looking at which was this:


Bertie’s assessment: “That one’s an ugly one”.

No kidding.
It had already trapped that lightweight Toyota.

The folks who had just crossed it in their bakkies (pickup trucks) had been trying to help the poor chap driving the small Toyota bakkie. But no one had a winch on their rigs so things had pretty much come to a standstill until a bakkie carrying some really helpful South Africans arrived on the opposite shore. Their rig had a winch so when their traveling companions in a second bakkie arrived just behind them, they were able to pull the Toyota out of the goo.

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Apparently the truck was no worse for wear and the driver set off down the road as though nothing had happened. The professor walked back and forth along the edge trying to plan our line of attack.
 


We couldn’t go straight through as the water was deep there and the truck would have sunk in the saturated clay beneath.

In the meantime, two touring motorcyclists arrived on the far shore and there was nothing for it but to have to cross. The ground on either side was saturated clay so there was no going around it. They would have to take on this mud hole. After much conversing and advice being shouted in Afrikaans from one shore to the other, the first motorcycle started across.

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We couldn’t believe they could make it but these guys were outfitted for rough riding and the bike and rider made it just fine.


Buoyed by that success, the second motorcycle came across following a better line that the previous one and again, made it just fine.

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Once they were both across, they too, took off no worse for wear.

The South Africans on the far shore took it on, following the same line as the second motorcyclist.

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 They too, arrived without incident. By this time, everyone assembled – about fourteen of us out of our cars at the edge of that mud hole – had determined that was indeed, the best line of attack. Once the two bakkies made it across, we were the only vehicle still needing to cross. The South Africans got out of their bakkies and spoke with the professor, making certain we understood the correct line to take and told us they would wait for us to cross to be certain we were okay. With a twinkle in their eyes, they told us their advice was free but if we arrived to the middle and got stuck, there would need to be a discussion about money if they were going to have to winch us out of there! Wonderful folks.

We followed their line and made it across just fine; got out on the opposite shore, waved our goodbyes and thanks; and headed on toward Windhoek. We have been amazed at how helpful and kind South Africans and Namibians are. I guess in a country whose roads are primarily gravel, there will be inevitable break downs and other car related mishaps along those roads. Small towns are few and far between so help comes first from your fellow man. It was great to be on the receiving end of their help that day.

Thanks, guys!

May 15, 2011

Aus, Luderitz, Kolmanskop -- Take Two

By the time Namibian Independence Day (March 21) rolled around, the rainy season had been hanging around for 2 months and 21 days – 1 month and 21 days too long for us. This was not the rain we know in New Mexico where clouds develop, rain comes, and the sky clears. No, in this particular year of unprecedented 100-year+ rain levels, it had rained every day for the entire 2 months and 21 days. We had entire weekends where there was no let up. It rained continuously all weekend – sheets and sheets of tropical rain.



For desert dwellers like us, this is a recipe for depression.


While this climate aberration has provided some breathtaking cloud formations,






and its own particular beauty,


we are not cut out for a protracted rainy season like this. When you find yourself staring repeatedly at the horizon trying to will it to provide just a single day of sun relief,



it is time for a break.

All of Namibia has received far higher than normal rain levels this year and we began to think there was no place we could go that it wouldn’t rain. But we had made reservations in Aus for the long holiday weekend so we thought at worst, we would simply watch it rain in new surroundings. Maybe we would get lucky and there would be sun because staying in Windhoek for the weekend, we were guaranteed it was going to look like this all weekend.


So, on the Friday morning of the Independence Day weekend, we headed out, driving south to Keetmanshoop and then due west to Aus.

 
As we drove out of the mountains that ring Windhoek, there was already more sun. Just past Rehoboth, the sun was brighter still. We couldn’t resist stopping for this now familiar photo op.


We were joined there by numbers of armoured ground crickets maneuvering back and forth across the highway playing chicken with cars, and scurrying back into the tall grasses on the opposite roadside.



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As we got closer to Aus, the scenery became more verdant with expanses of lush green grass on offer to some of the roadside grazers.


The last 33 km or so before Aus, the hills in late afternoon were magnificent with white tipped grasses flashing brilliant light in the breeze and hillsides looking as though they had just been fitted out with new, tight green covers.






We arrived at the Gondwana Collection’s Klein Aus Vista Desert Horse Inn just before dark,


checked into our room,  

and took in a beautiful sunset 


before dinner at the lodge.  


It had been a long journey so we made an early evening of it, hoping that in the morning, we would see the famous wild horses of the Namib on our way to Luderitz.

The next morning dawned brilliantly sunny and the horses didn’t disappoint.  We found them just a little west of the lodge happily grazing grass the excessive rains had made possible.



As we continued west toward Luderitz, the lush green pastures morphed into the more typical arid desert near the coast.   


There was blinding sun all the way – our favorite sky status!  We began to feel like ourselves again.

Once into Luderitz, we followed the road through town to Agate Beach.  The beach gets its captivating name from the pebble-sized, multicolored polished stones on the shore – far larger than regular sand and much prettier.



The color of the water is not a trick of photography.  It is precisely that beautiful deep blue.



Fog bank forming just off the shore headed inland

We were the only ones there that time of day 

Our car at deserted Agate Beach

so we took our time watching the fog moving inland from the sea over the hot sands of the Namib.

View of Agate Beach, Luderitz, Namibia, with fog from the Atlantic moving inland to the desert.

We left the beach and headed into town for lunch on the patio at the marina.


Luderitz is the wind capital of Namibia. Wind usually howls in this little port town, so much so that there is real interest in building a wind farm nearby or just offshore. But on this day it was dead calm which made for pretty, placid views of the harbor while we ate.



On our way out of town, we stopped for a few photos of the old Lutheran church
 

and the old buildings.

 

It was very quiet this public holiday weekend. Things were as calm as the sea this afternoon.
We headed back across the desert toward Klein Aus Vista.


There were more clouds than in the morning but still lots and lots of bright sun.



The horses were still grazing but had moved to the other side of the highway and were coming into the waterhole for late afternoon drinks.


 
We stopped at the structure near the waterhole to watch them a bit longer.





We still had some beautiful late afternoon light so we went east beyond Aus to the turn off to the C13 gravel road and took it for a while until we came to the vista we had wanted to see once more.






This is the road we had taken to Sossusvlei on our January camping safari.

It was much greener this time. The light was just right to catch and hold sunlight on the tips of the waving grasses.


The next day we traveled back toward the coast for our second visit to Kolmanskop, about 6 kilometers inland from Luderitz.   Kolmanskop is now a ghost town but once was a bustling diamond mining company town.  Diamonds were discovered here in 1908 and the town was built to accommodate the explosive growth of this new and compelling industry.  There really wasn’t much ‘mining’ involved as a famous picture shows a long line of black men who worked for the mines crawling across the sand on their bellies harvesting diamonds from the surface.  They literally just had to scratch the surface to locate the stones.

 I took a few photos



creature prints next to sneaker prints

overtaken by the Namib

I wonder if a bride ever walked down these stairs to her wedding?

desert view
hospital hallway
but the professor who is much more patient than I,  


took the time to do it right and his photos are the real beauties from this visit. 

sunroom in the hospital




ice factory

bakery

view from the mine manager's front door

 
By the time we were winding up our photo taking, we were the only ones left in the entire ghost town.  What a unique experience being in this town by ourselves imagining in the total silence what it might have been like to live here in its heyday. 

We arrived to dinner a little late to hear this church choir from Aus who had come to entertain before dinner.  It was likely a beautiful recital. I wished we could have heard more.

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 As we started back to Windhoek the next day, we drove through Aus itself to have a quick look at the town.  

 The old Bahnhof Hotel has been there since the early 1900’s. 





I had to take a photo of this sign.  If my mother were still alive, this is the kind of place she could not resist.   


What could be better than a coffee AND cake bar? Take my word for it, that is exactly how she would have read this sign! No other pairing of two words in the English language could possibly have had such compelling allure for her.

We had had a solid two days of brilliant sun.  In our naiveté, we thought that perhaps things had changed in Windhoek and the sun would also be there to welcome us back.  Wrong assumption.  It got cloudier and cloudier on the way back,


 
rained on us a bit as we got closer to Windhoek 

 
then just after we arrived home, poured again.


The evening looked much like this after the rain.  


In the morning though, the sunrise was beautiful.   

But the day deteriorated to the stormy gray of overcast as the afternoon came on.  The rainy season wasn’t over yet.
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Postscript:  The rains continued daily through the rest of March, all of April, and are beginning to taper finally in mid-May.