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Went to the Garden Centre on Saturday. Saw a stock of Hibiscus in the exotic section. This plant always reminds me of Oranjemund, Namibia. My OPS (Oranjemund Private School) days come flooding back. As kids we’d pick a hibiscus bloom and like you’d pull the petals off a dandelion in a ‘Loves Me, Loves Me Not’ game, we’d play ‘Lady’ and strip the flower down to the carpel. Childish behaviour. We did not know the true significance of what we were doing.
Oranjemund seemed to be inundated with Hibiscus. Everywhere I went, I came across a bush of it in someone’s gardens or at the CBD - wherever, there always seemed to be a Hibiscus nearby.
So I bought one and have repotted it and it is growing rapidly in my conservatory. In fact it has done so well in a few days, it is now going to flower!
So I thought I’d diarise the flowering by way of photographing the blooming progress each day until the flower is in full bloom.
Sometimes the heat at the Tropic of Capricorn sign in Namibia (see photo) is so intense you can fry an egg on the road or also on the bonnet of your car. The metals that make up your car begin to make sounds as they expand against the rivets and bolts in the heat and your aircon at full blast can cause the fanbelt to kaput too quickly. You do not travel in Namibia without a couple of spare fanbelts. My frequent trips south to Cape Town took me past this sign each time I made the trip south and somewhere in Africa there is a photo of me stood beside the sign.
It was lost in one of my moves. Like the King Neptune initiation ceremonies that occur on board ships when crossing the Equator, the Tropic of Capricorn holds a certain mystique for travellers crossing this latitude. It’s a rights of passage into a journey becomes your life.
When you come across the sign at this spot on the earth, you know that where you are has global significance. How little you are in the grand scheme of things becomes more pronounced here.
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It wasn’t until this morning that I was made to realise that I didn’t have a WTF. John Dodds made me realise it at his blog in his post titled, “WTF Buttons”. But WTF is a WTF? What’s with all the talk by Kathy about a WTF if I don’t know what a WTF is. This is not the usual WTF acronym that I know and use.
At long last Oranjemund has a new and active site on the web. Created by Mike Alexander (webmaster) it has a lot of functionality and information for you to enjoy while online.
Mike has created the site to preserve the history of Oranjemund and also to allow present day and ex-Oranjemunders to take advantage of a fully functional forum and allow old friendships to be rekindled and new friends to be made.
Oranjemund Online has a lot of B&W photos on display and if you have any that you think will be of value to the site, then send them in to photographs@oranjemundonline.com
Does Namibia still dine out? Do you never go to restaurants? Are there no social occassions in Namibia that require the use of restaurants? Are there any humans alive in Namibia? No? Of course there are. And of course they go out to socialise and dine at restaurants.
I should think so. Even I went out on evenings to restaurants in Windhoek.
I ask this because when I checked the Worldwide Tipping Guide, I did not find Namibia listed. Do publishers around the world think that Namibia is still some prehistoric game park where no humans live and thrive and also where cities, transportation infrastructures, cafe’s and restaurants, gyms, banks, shops, utilities, TV and electrical supply do not exist? Continue reading →
I don’t know why I bothered to bring back Clustermap to iScatterlingsdotcom. It annoys the hell out of me. It looks pretty but that is all. If like me you do not hit +20% increase in unique hits each day/week/millenium, it remains static. No visible sign that it has changed.
Sorry Clustermap but you are a gonner again this Friday. You do not offer any alternative. Bad. If you did offer an alternative map for us sites that have lower hits, then fine. But you don’t. Bad.
While A and B Listers begin to tremble in fear of losing their favoured Blogebrity ranking and Blogosphere status and more worryingly, be afraid of the quite real possibility of having to get used to using the same toilets as us mere mortals, and also while the debate about traffic loss due to the success or fad of Facebook, MySpace, Jaiku, Twitter etc continues, let’s get back to earth to some realism and introspection about that ultra-sophisticated Southern African style social-gathering event - The Braai.
Scoble reports that his A-List friends have noticed a decrease in site traffic that may be due to Facebook, MySpace and other social network sites and that I am NPG at these social networking sites. Boo hoo.
Robert means I am Non Persona Grata at Facebook because I am too old. Hey, when I was 22yrs old, I viewed 27yr olds as ancient has-beens. So being on the wrong side of 35 means I’m a dinosaur?
Am I?
Click on the links to go read what the hoo-haa is all about.
Seeing a mirage is not a strange event to Namibians. Living in the world’s oldest desert prepares you to not be shocked by unnatural visual effects and strange hallucinatory happenings on ones’ horizon. Namibians respond to seeing a city in the distance with, ‘Oh ja, ho hum. Nice definition for a mirage’.
Yesterday I was pushed back on my heels in absolute wonderment. I found a human ‘oasis’ in blogosphere. Mind you, it was not any ‘oasis’.
I had stumbled across a group of extremely rarely sighted and elusive Namibian bloggers at a corner of blogosphere called Facebook.
I could not believe my eyes when I saw the list on Facebookof 852 wonderful, beautiful, young, enthusiastic and vibrant Namibians collected proudly into a group of enthusiatic Facebookers and bloggers under a common group banner titled ‘Namibia’.
Namibia needs bloggers!
Yes we need all those of you Namibians on Facebook to also register at Afrigator. Don’t be shy, join in. It’s an opportunity to show the rest of blogosphere that we Namibians are a force to be reckoned with and are not to be treated like some distant cousins.
I found a human ‘oasis’ in blogosphere. Mind you, it was not any ‘oasis’.
