0
0
One humid morning, on a flight from Kampala to Windhoek via Johannesburg, I had a conversation with someone that later made me think twice about tourism in Namibia. A lady had just boarded the plane and moved to sit next to me. She buckled her seat belt and took out a tablet, keen to put her time to use.
“I’m Elke. Are you also stopping in South Africa?” she asked, looking sternly at me. “I’m flying to Namibia,” I replied. Surprised by my response, she kicked off a long story of her escapades travelling through Namibia five times during her 75 years on earth. As anyone would imagine, it turned into a long flight during which I listened to a German woman’s adventures in Namibia.
What I had thought would be a conversation turned into a session where Elke talked, and I listened. After my changeover in Johannesburg, I was lucky to have empty seats around me for Windhoek. So, I had the space to think over and visualise what I had heard from that lady. On processing the sights and sounds projected by Elke, I learnt that she views Namibia as a landscape of opulent lodges, rustic sights, and the folklore of animal life….Click here to read the full article
