Day 6 continued: We never did make it to Sandwich Harbour, only the Morrisons can get flooded out in the desert. The heavens opened and Swakopmund flooded, we headed into Walvis and it too was flooded. The roads, houses and sewerage systems are clearly not designed for heavy rains or any rain. The Swakopmund River has broken through to the sea for the first time in 40 years, causing great excitement amongst the locals.
We had drinks in a very wet harbour pub in Walvis, the tropical decor being distinctly out of place today. The drive back was in howling winds, with the sand whipping off the top of the dunes and across the road.
For Graeme’s birthday dinner we went to the Brauhaus, it reminded me of a small version of the Hopfbrauhaus in Munich. Luckily we had booked, as when we arrived there were reserved signs on every table and they must have turned away at least 50 people during the course of the evening.
The whole restaurant was serviced by 2 waitresses, 2 barmen and 2 chefs (all very German and uber efficient). At the helm was Helga, who wore a T-shirt saying “...I vil say zis only wance..”, we did not dispute this at all. Best you know what you want to order before she takes it, it arrives within 5 minutes and as your last mouthful has been swallowed your plate is whipped away. Graeme had one of his favourite meals, eisbein and weis beer, but his entertainment for the evening was watching Helga operate. We took a bet to see if one of us could make her to smile but even Panda, turning on his charm, never managed it.
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