The Chalet in Swakopmund, which I shared with two other women, was a heaven of comfort. Along with a comfortable bed and endless hot showers it came with cooking facilities. We decided that it would be more fun to eat out.
We were only a short walk from the centre of town filled with gift shops and a wide selection of restaurants. One particular menu caught our eye.
We were amazed at the width of the roads, with so few cars using it. There was an explanation given that in the towns earlier days there were no cars, but ox wagons. The span of oxen required a wide berth to make its turn and the wide roads still remain today.
Amused by the signage painted on the pavement; was it supposed to be bilingual, or just a repeat of words?
My roommate was concentrating on the letters on the road and walked straight into the signpost. The large post indicates a bump in the road and stood firmly on the sidewalk. Luckily there was only a minor bruise on her scalp.
The following day she accidentally walked into it again. We stopped for a photo shoot and reenacted the scene with laughter.
Along with our walk into town , we found a crack in the garden wall, and the owner had adhered some fun, giant iron ants, too it.
After a delightful dinner, we walked home and watched a quiet sunset.
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