High were my expectations of the
Namibian capital. A castle
Neuschwanstein perched on the slopes between the
Eros and
Auas mountain chains, with a quaint cobblestoned town centre of thatched roof houses, was the least I expected.
Of course this wasn’t the case as we arrived at six o’ clock to a nondescript bus-station, next to a soulless mall and the sky was as grey as in a
Philip K. Dick inspired science fiction movie.
The sun never rose that day, instead that grey excuse for a sky shed yet more dreariness to the capital with its neat and tidy streets.
During my second visit to the city, that first impression was totally washed away by the city’s friendly inhabitants, but for the first few days, that impression stayed and flecked our experience of what is actually a very beautiful and captivating nation.
Namibia has got a few so called “
must-see-destinations”. All heavily marketed, expensive to visit and impossible to get to on public transport, which made us decide against going. This poor public transport system made us feel very limited, which is a strange feeling in such a country of vast expanse.
In Namibia’s claim
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