Final Week

Clearly no one had any guesses for my earlier post regarding how much time I have left….except my wise acre brother…so I thought I’d give it away. This week is officially my final week of work in Opuwo. Yep…that was fast. Granted, I won’t be leaving the African continent for another month, but this will be the last week in Opuwo. It’s a bittersweet feeling as most moves are in life. I’ve enjoyed the people, the climate, the daily interactions, the work, the fun, the relaxing, the sports and most of all the simplicity of life here. I can honestly say that I am sad to go, but I have much more to do in my life that would not be possible if I stayed here. I hope that it retains it’s small town charm and ambiance, but like everything it will change. I feel fortunate to have experienced it as it is today in 2008. No definites, but I’d like to return to Opuwo.

Everything Must Go

I put some of my items on sale this week and I can honestly say that the people around the office are talking to me at much greater length than ever before. People are literally fighting over what I’m selling. I’m not selling anything great: iron, sleeping bag, mattress, etc….must be my unbelievable, unbeatable prices. Seriously though, any future volunteer, I recommend you have a steady supply of items that you sell the entire time you are here and you’ll get more done.

Pretzels

Let’s analyze these pretzels i’m eating.

‘Hold on for a wild taste ride ’cause our twisted snacks just won’t be tamed!’

I bought a bag of pretzels, this was not in the arrangement.

‘Each pretzel you pop transports your tongue to a place where sweet honey, tangy mustard and grilled onions fill the prairies with flavour – Pretzola style!’

Are these pretzels or drugs? I like honey, tangy mustard and grilled onions…ok…tell me more. Wait…shouldn’t they fill my mouth with flavor and not some prairie? Additionally, I like my tongue and I’d rather it stay in my mouth.

I really can’t bear to read more as they want me to taste a fresh ocean breeze…i’d rather not remember the smell from the Cape Cross seal colony…not a very fresh breeze.

All in all though…these are good pretzels and I don’t even really like pretzels.

The Verdict

Due to the flooding of my inbox of people just dying to know if computer equipment came today I thought I’d post about it. The long and short of it is kind of. While at work I physically received nothing that resembled computer hardware. I did receive a comment that led me to believe that everyone thinks I have done nothing while I’ve been here…I might have to fight them later. I heard…again a rumor…that there might have been some computer equipment in the back of a car that arrived this evening transporting a new volunteer from Windhoek. Big day Monday. I’ll let you know how things go so I can actually ‘do something for once’ to appease the masses.

You Know You’re a Tourist When… Part 3: Staring

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. Now get your head of the gutter and think about it. That’s what tourism basically is. Places around the globe claiming they are the greatest in the world and people should come and have a look…have a long look…buy this plastic replica. It’s the only point in your life where you feel obligated to stare at something until it is permanently etched into your brain because people say it’s great. Why not stare at something you think you should stare at? I am repeatedly delighted to see a goat outside my door. I stare at goats, but not in an unhealthy sort of way. Pick your poison and stare away…enjoy and let it soak in. Put the camera away quickly as a world behind the lens makes it feel almost fake.

In the case of viewing people, in most cases, both sides are doing the staring. I think the people of Namibia are more fascinated with white people than you are of them. This makes for a lot of fun on both sides as you might catch them staring…you look away…they keep staring…they will win the staring contest.

A couple of my own personal experiences: The Eiffel Tower…it’s pretty at night…I’m not waiting in that line to go to the top…is there a crepe stand nearby that has Nutella? New York City…wow, that’s a lot of buildings…more buildings…more buildings…$6 for a beer?…ooh, pizza. Mona Lisa…where is the Mona Lisa?…culture through osmosis…I’m here…is that it?…next please. Costa Rican volcanoes…um…pass.

I’m not sure what the point of this post was, but that’s ok.

Light In My Opuwo Tunnel

A switch has been flipped and rumor has it that some computer and networking parts might be finding their way to Opuwo…wait for it…tomorrow! Rumors are known to run rampant in these parts so I’m not putting all my hopes in one handwoven basket. However, it’s nice to see that I might actually have a snowballs chance in Opuwo of doing what they really wanted me to come here for. Local area network to allow widespread Internet. Cross those fingers for me, would ya?

You Know You’re a Tourist When…Part 2: Language

You get off the plane. You’re pumped. It’s vacation time. You’re taking in the sights. Then it hits you. You’re hungry. Um…do you have a menu in english? You don’t understand me? Can I just have a hamburger? No…a hamburger. No…A HAM-BUR-GER!

This does happen. You have this romantic view of traveling and how perfect things are going to be and then you realize that no one understands a word that is coming out of your mouth. The simple becomes arduous. Some of us go into hermit mode, cower in the corner and say nothing. Others try shouting. I’M FROM AMERICA…A-MER-I-CA…YOU KNOW, THE UNITED STATES OF… No matter who you are, first piece of advice, see if they understand your language. If they do, cool. If they don’t, good luck. Your best bet, speak clearly and slowly…not loudly. Spinal Tap’s 11 is just too high. The person is most likely not hard of hearing…they just don’t understand. This is when drawing pictures, pointing to maps and smiles are always good. No, they shouldn’t know how to speak English, it’s their country. Preach all you want about how ‘Americans should speak American,’ but only while in the U.S.. Outside those borders you’re the guest…act like it. Try to learn some of their language. If you love hamburgers find out how to say it. You’d be surprised how far a simple ‘hello’ in a native tongue will get you. Sure, they’ll probably respond with something you don’t understand, but that’s where the smile kicks in.

I deal with this problem every day and it can get to you sometimes, but that’s the nature of the traveling business. I figure it’s best to make the best of it and don’t worry too much, you’re bound to run into someone that understands you eventually.

What’s the biggest misunderstanding you have ever encountered while traveling because of a language difference?

Time Change

The time changed this weekend by moving an hour ahead so the result is that it is now a 6 hour time difference between Eastern Standard Time and Opuwo time. Plan accordingly.

Sunday Funday

I can’t disclose too much information, images or videos, but let’s just say I got to go on a little helicopter ride today. This was awesome. Thank you to the guys who set this up.

Someone Is Going to Die

It’s 6am and I’ve been awoken by lovely Otjiherero music pervading my room. I’m going to fight someone. If you are unaware of what type of music this is consider yourself blessed and don’t go looking for it.

Dusty, Windy and Hot

Someone turned on the dusty, windy and hot and forgot to ask me if this was ok. The past few days we have been without blue skies due to what apparently is pretty much just dust and hot. You’d think the windy would help with this, but I think it is the cause. My plan…leave the windy and turn off the dusty and hot? I think this makes perfect sense. Below is a picture of yesterday’s sunset. The sun disappeared before it dropped below the horizon and no, these are not clouds of moisture…these are clouds of pure evil.

Tons of American Booty in Opuwo

I just got a package from Shannon and her mom that contained quite a few unexpected treats. The blanket included was all I knew about and pretty cool and will be given to a friend’s baby here, but what really caught me was this.

So much for keeping those pounds off. I’m naturally ok with this as I’m currently snacking on one of the smashed Oreo Cakesters…these are tasty. Maple syrup that isn’t sugar cane syrup with maple flavoring…ok, bad example as it’s just corn syrup with flavoring, but still much better than the stuff they have here…perfect for my homemade pancakes. Skyline…of course. Those almonds are truly a remarkable feat in modern processed foods. Peanut M&Ms…going in my freezer right now. American peanut butter? Awesome. Oyster crackers…now that’s just going the extra mile. Thank you for the treats and i’ll be sure and enjoy them.

What would you want in a care package if you were gone from the U.S. for quite some time?

You Know You’re a Tourist When…Part 1: Clothing

How do I look?
How do I look?

What is it about vacations that makes people want to wear clothes that make them look completely insane? Psychologically it makes sense, you’re entering a short-term “life” that is unlike your every day and why not take it one step further by wearing, for all intensive purposes, a costume to match that ‘new’ you. I probably love Halloween more than anyone around, but vacation is about relaxing, not dressing up. It’s vacation, wear your favorite t-shirt instead of that floral print. Bust out the old gym shoes you mow the grass with every Saturday. This is who you are and it’s that person that should be on vacation? Bringing yourself means that you have the opportunity to impact that life you ‘escaped’ back home. Maybe you discover something new you want to try, a possible career change or cultures you want to know more about. Vegas is not the only place that can tout, “what happens there, stays there…” I personally hate that saying. Instead, try bringing it back home as it may improve your daily life. Let me get back on track here. Clothes. Clothes, despite what you think, can really change who you are. Power suits aren’t a joke. Yes, that shirt does make you look fat and you know it. Honestly though, it’s still just you and that’s good. Be yourself on your vacations and you just might find you get a lot more out of them.

p.s. I wear t-shirts a lot. Khaki outfits make sense when on safari as they are muted colors that help avoid attracting insects and animals. Banana hammocks are not cool no matter what country you are from. Just some more thoughts.

You Know You’re a Tourist When…

I’m starting a light-hearted series on the dos’ and don’ts of tourism as I see it. I’m not going to start this evening, but wanted to warm it up just by saying that I’m definitely not an expert on not being a tourist. I spend my time living and working in a country that I’ll soon be leaving and knew so from the beginning. I’ve regretfully not really made the effort to learn the local language and know only a handful of people outside of work. I’m still fascinated by the daily life of people in Opuwo and the sight of a cross-eyed goat still makes me chuckle. I take pictures of the out of ordinary that only a westerner would appreciate and a Namibian ignore. It’s fun though and I’d like to pass on some thoughts and ideas. Hopefully I’ll remind some of you of times when you were in similar situations and enlighten others who have yet to enjoy them. This should be fun.

We Have Tomatoes People!!!


I came to the realization some time ago that if I have my plant inside that it’ll never be pollinated and thus no tomatoes. Dad, please put my coffee plant outside…I believe this might be why my plant is 4 years and have nothing thus far. Any way…I’ve been watching the plant closely and it’s been flowering a lot and today I noticed what you see in the picture. Sure, they’re only about the size of a pea, but they’ll be big soon. Any ideas on how to keep the locals from taking the tomatoes once they get bigger?

New Pictures: Opuwo Sunday Bike Ride

Click the Photo to Enter the Album: 2008.8.31 – Opuwo Sunday Bike Ride

Headed east of Opuwo and decided to just go off the road. This ended up being an excellent idea. I stumbled upon a Himba village…oops. They were nice though and told me which path to take to get back to Opuwo…this path was great fun. I’m convinced that someone here needs to start offering mountain biking trips.