Well, after a frantic few days tracking down passports, chasing up visas, finishing up at school and a whirlwind of folk visiting and goodbye get togethers, as well as packing up a decade’s worth of domestic detritus, we finally made it to Glasgow airport last Saturday (thanks bruv) without too many tears. We had excellent trip with Emirates Airlines and a smooth transfer at Dubia and Johannesburg airports. The SA Airways staff kindly turned a blind eye to our excess baggage (only 20 kg each for this part) when I explained with a smile that most of it was Lego.
Saara from VSO met us at the airport in Windhoek some 30 hours after we had left Mum’s house the previous morning, and greeted us with the news that a house on the outskirts of the city had been found for us. We didn’t have long too unpack as we were due to meet up with the other new volunteers in the legendary Joe’s Bar 45 minutes later. We had a quick shower and off we went, how we all kept awake for another few hours, I’m not sure.
Last week was full on with the VSO induction training. The staff here are great and a breath of fresh air. Within two days they had found a fridge for us, and today, we took delivery of an old mountain bike for Alan to cycle to work to, they really are trying to help us settle in.
The house itself is great, a three bedroom bungalow in typical (black) Namibian style. We have hot water, electricity -albeit rather dodgy- and a lovely outdoor room to sit out in the evenings and watch the world go by. Even the plastic flowers, bright pink lacy net curtains and outlandish pictures are growing on me. The owners have moved into their garage for the time being while their other smaller bungalow is being vacated by other tenants. The guilt didn’t last long.
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