Since his mother Lorie died at the age of ten (most likely a record for the North!) I’ve become the main parent for two and a half year old Ellie. Not an easy job. It is not a secret that pet animals outside the Western world are treated differently. Most people at Anamulenge love the hairy guy with his friendly character. Trouble is that he sometimes leaves the premises. Most villagers consider him as he threat for their goats. Two weeks ago he came back with an leg injury and stopped eating. The first anti-inflammatory shots were difficult to give: chasing, talking, petting and poking Ellie. The last two we had to do it the hard way by forcing the poor guy down as he developed a good flair for the shot hidden in the jacket.
At cozy home in Anamulenge with (almost) all goodies (stove, fridge, AC, Internet) I sometimes miss the fact that the Omusati region is quite rural. Besides an army of ants doing regular night marches through the house (almost forgot the tough cockroaches at the old NHE place) I’ve been lucky so far. Three weeks ago I discovered a colony of termites behind the back of the kitchen cupboard – or what was left from it.
The first two weeks of this month the two installations teams from the contractor given the tender by MCA, two technicians from the head office in Windhoek and I had been moving between the 13 school sites to do the installation and to start with the training. Weather God had been gracious: except for one site we were able to reach all locations within the planned schedule. However reaching some of the bush schools had been quite adventurous – once the water came up to the side window. Of course not everything during the deployment, let alone the situation now, is rosy in the garden. If this will be the case one day it is definitely time to go home for all foreign development/aid organizations.
I’ve mentioned it several times: the YAP Gym in Ongwediva. The place to be every Saturday afternoon and also often during the week on the way back to Outapi from duties in the Oshakati area. Although there is a nice fitness section most customers go for the weight training. In case I have to move again I know exactly who to ask for help by now.
Rain? I’ve complained a lot about it. Last weekend we’ve discovered the other side of the coin with an activity of which I would have never thought about it before: canoeing on the Oshanas next to Oshakati. Patrick let his connections in the water purification business play and managed to borrow two two-seater canoes from a friend. Our original idea was to have a small ‘test drive’ in the morning to see how we would manage before we would do the real thing on one of the bigger Oshanas in the North-West fed from the Angolan creeks. At the end we did 10km (bee-line). Despite the low water depth (20-70cm) it worked out quite well. Only the stretches with grass and ‘sand banks’ had been a tough one for boat Nr. 2 with Lindsey and myself as we didn’t want to get out of the canoe to pull it (bilharziosis?).
Almost the whole of last week I had been out of the office doing site inspections at 13 schools in the Omusati and Oshana region which will receive new computer laboratories funded by the Millennium Challenge Corporation (MCC) soon. Two technicians from the head office, a technical administrator from the company who will supply the equipment and I had a look at the conditions at every school site which buildings had been recently constructed or renovated. Due to the high water level getting to the school sites had been everything but easy and a lot of bush driving was needed which took its price. The deployment of the equipment will start next month – if the water situation allows it.
Around 70 of our 284 schools are closed since last week due to the impact of the rain the Omusati Region (west of Ogongo) received so far. The main reason for the closing is not that the school premises are flooded. The problem is that the schools are hard to reach for the learners which often have to walk huge distances. The government is not concerned about wet shoes. Learners had been drowned on the way to the schools during previous floods.
For the last couple of days the weather has changed: non-stop sun shine and rising temperatures have brought down the water level noticeable. However rainy season is not yet over. Locals say it will most likely start fiercely to rain again next month. Even by this time the biggest threat for the North is still to come: the torrent of water coming from the Angolan rivers. Already now the basin at the Ruacana dam is filled quite well.
Back in the country since the 12th. After taking care of my Hilux (what else) I made it finally out of über-boring Windhoek the next day. The fastest way up to the North is the B1. As have seen that route by now too many times and it is always packed I decided to take a detour West via Outjo, Kamanjab – a small side trip off road – and Ruacana. Biggest surprise ‘home’ at my house in Anamulenge: everything still there where it should have been. This was everything but sure. School holidays, the house ‘in the wild’ and just a few people around in Anamulenge. Lucky me.
I almost got stuck with a damaged wheel bearing on my way from Outapi to the airport in Windhoek somewhere between which would have left me with the choice of missing the plane the next morning or increased chances of having my Hilux exported to Angola. Luckily I made it and the Toyota is (hopefully) at a safe place.
Europe. Oh, boy. A firework for all your senses after a year in Ovamboland – and the compared to Munich or Zurich provincial Windhoek.
One thing I was looking for: train rides, no kidding. First the ICE in Germany. Right now travelling from Basel to Paris with the TGV. Walking around, reading, chatting with strangers and posting a blog entry – at a speed of 250km/h – and the only danger comes from coffee you might spill over yourself.
Male chauvinism might could come trough at first sight. I refer Outapi as the ‘place to work’. Some local businessman is obviously ahead of times and refers to it already as the famous ‘place to be’ on shirts he is selling obviously quite well in town. Literally, on top of this slogan he put outapi.com on the shirt. Apparently not knowing what the whole term stands for. Otherwise he would have noticed that the domain is pointing to the very same blog you’re reading now:-).