Doug is still up in Caprivi so I had this weekend to myself in Windhoek. The Polytech has been very accommodating by lending a car whenever I request it, and the only thing we are required to pay for is mileage. This week it was slim pickings and all that was left was a VW Chico w/out power steering. I just kept channeling my Granddad who once ripped out the elbows of his dress shirt cranking his steering wheel when my mom was a child. It doesn’t turn on a dime but it works.
Namibian cars drive on the other side of the road, have steering wheels on the opposite side of American cars and for the most part are all manual transmissions. Luckily, Nancy and Larry made their kids learn to drive stick shifts in order to get a driver’s license and I quite miss driving a manual transmission, so I enjoy driving a manual car. The other thing I should mention is that Windhoek is a very hilly town. The airport is actually about 25 miles outside of the city because they didn’t have enough flat land to build runways. I have been caught more than once utilizing the parking break in fear that I might drift backward into a Namibian driver. But we’re all good so far.
Yesterday, I went to the Green Market (Farmer’s market) in the morning, drove over to the Franco Nambian Cultural Center for a cultural bazaar that was hosted by the diplomatic spouses’ wives (there I could sample food from Zimbabwe to Malaysia and was entertained by a Russian dancer and a Cuban hip hop singer) , and drove over to a favorite lunch spot for a snack. Then last evening our friends Karine and Nat had me over for dinner and today I’m heading off to the Avis dam for a hike with some folks.
While I miss the independence of my own car back in the states, I really can’t complain that I can’t get around the big city. As long as my parking break is in working order, I’m good to go.