Hayestack

Sally suddenly burst through the Arrival doors at Windhoek Airport and we through our arms around her. It was great to be with one of our children again and reminded us how much we had missed them after eleven months away. We picked up the hire car and set off for the City. Windhoek is much the same as a European city. It is not large and you can see the main sights in a few hours. We saw the Christus Kirche, the equestrian statue, the fort, the meteorites, the shopping mall and set off for Rundu

The small, black Daihatsu Sirion was smart and fun to drive. Like Dr Who’s Tardis the interior was surprisingly huge. But the build was cheap and plasticky. The interior trim felt as though you could easily put your finger through it, but, on the road up to Rundu, the car felt nippy and reliable compared to Linda’s Pajero, a lumbering monster which growled and groaned and spent most of its life in a repair shop, retaining few of its original parts. We stopped once for fuel at Otjiwarona and I was impressed by the small car’s fuel consumption, perhaps too impressed, since, with this full tank I judged we had enough fuel to reach Rundu. In the end it was touch and go. The Daihatsu Sirion was a fast little car and the faster we went, the faster it drank fuel. Though we were still 60 kilometres outside Rundu and it was pitch dark, the fuel indicator had sunk well below empty and we were travelling on petrol fumes. At last we passed the Rundu boundary sign and, with the help of gravity, we rolled to a stop at the Engen Service Station.

We spent those first few days chilling out in Rundu, giving Sally the opportunity to meet our new friends and to visit Georgina’s school.

Tags: Georgina, Linda, Rundu, Sally, shopping, Windhoek

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