And Twitter can’t stop making ‘Brexit’ jokes…….The morning was spent reading as much as we could about Brexit fallout with England having no PM, the Opposition Shadow Cabinet resigning left, right and centre (or should that be left, left and left), a no confidence vote due today on the opposition Labour leader Corbyn, no EU membership and watching the £ crash. At least we are still in the Euro Football Competition with a comfortable match against Iceland tonight.
We needed to get the slow puncture repaired on the Corolla’s front tyre before we set off again, managing to find the Namibian equivalent of Kwikfit in Walvis. The tyre fitter repaired it in quick time, however the sales counter, where we had to pay, was severely lacking in customer service and ignored us until they were ready to take our money in silence. We had been so impressed with the service given to us throughout Namibia so far we were both surprised and disappointed.
We decided to visit the town heading down to the seafront for a lunch time beer and noticing the Walvis Bay Yacht Club we headed to the members’ bar where an elderly gentleman sitting at the bar introduced himself as Victor and conversation and beers flowed easily between us. Of German descent, Victor shared many stories about his uncle who was forced to return to Germany during WW2 by the South Africans, who were defending Namibia along with the British. He arrived off the ship in Hamburg was sent immediately to the Russian front, captured as a POW and sent to a Siberian concentration camp. The Commandant realised he was a good cook so he became his chef. Nearing the end of the war the Commandant smuggled him out on a cattle truck to Trieste where he walked to Italy then made his way covertly back to Cologne as the war ended and then returned straight back to Namibia. What a life story!
Yvonne excitedly shared our recent news that Carol, our SA friend in USA, had recently left a comment on our blog that her great grandfather had owned the bakery in Kolmanskop, the town built by the Germans in the desert where diamonds had been found. He had been paid in small diamonds and had been a wealthy man (the tour guide told us this is how the general store owner had also become so rich). Victor was excited about this and then told us that his grandfather, Herr Koln, had been the chief accountant there, we had even visited his home during our tour of the town.
Victor made his way home and we left to drive along the esplanade and park up for Glenn to take a beer nap, which lasted quite some time, whilst Yvonne spotted with her binoculars dolphins and pelicans in the lagoon and watched the terns aerodynamically plummeting into water. With Glenn fully compos mentis again we drove around to view the flamingos again and sat in the car listening to music as the sun set. We’d forgotten how pleasurable it is just to sit and listen to music without doing anything else, typically motoring and travelling around.
We arrived back at Roxy’s after sunset and managed to get in, make and eat dinner without her noticing us then settled down to watch England v Iceland in the Euro football in our room. Yet another disaster for England. We enjoyed some great tweets: ‘Hodgson, the only man with a plan for a swift exit from Europe’ and ‘This England team were good on paper, unfortunately the tournament was played on grass’
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| A pelican muscles in on the flamingos |
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| Flamingos bathed in the setting sunlight |
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| The rather odd looking Horus B&B. |
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