lundi 12 mars 2018

12 March, Monday - Day 69 - Lüderitz (Hotel Kratzplatz)

After a solid breakfast at the restaurant « Aus-Klein-Vista », we have only 125 kms to drive before reaching Lüderitz, where we are to stay at Hotel Kratzplatz for the coming two weeks.

A word about Aus:  
Namibia was under German protectorate when, in 1915, as Germany surrendered, Aus became one of the two enternment camps.   Military police and officers were sent to Okahandja in the north while non-commissioned officers went to Aus.  The camp was dismantled in May 1919 and today virtually nothing remains.

The B4 runs north of the « Sperrgebiet «, which is closed to the public.  In fact, the person who enters without permission will face a fine of 500.000 Na$ or one year prison.  

Why ?   Because of diamond mining.   These diamonds are traded internationally in New York, Antwerp and London.

 On the same stretch of the B4, we see some of the wild desert-dwelling horses..   Shiny and dark brown.  Relatively slim, but not skinny.  They are fed hay on a couple of places and there is a water supply and a Wild-Horse-View-Point at the Garub Pan (artificial borehole).

There are several theories about the origin of these horses.  One suggests that the horses descend from the German cacalry horses abandoned during the South African invasion in 1915.

Nothing but desert for most of the 125 kms to Lüderitz.

Hans has booked us into « Kratzplatz » on Nachtigal Strasse.

Room 13 with 12m2 terrace (like Plasky), view on the Port - and afternoon sun.   Temperature around 28C.   Simply heavenly.

To the South we see the Felsenkirche.

To the East a far view on another of Luderitz’ four churches - and a motorbike on the roof .... one of the crazy decorations of this place.

The watchdog is called Robert - our dog in Boitsfort, 35 yrs ago, was Emily.

The only disturbing element of Luderitz is the wind, indeed VERY strong.

But there is always a quiet corner on ‘Kratzplatz’ and we just love this place.





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