Rosh Pinah. No, this is not some Jewish public holiday. It’s a small town, even smaller than the one I was born in, but it’s a place I’ve frequented fairly often in my development years. I have an aunt & uncle whom I dearly love that lives there. Plus their added extras – children, grandchildren – which always makes for great visits every now and again.
From our farm (see Early Days) it’s roughly a 3 to 4 hour drive depending on how much you stop, plus add in the delay of a district dirt road that might not be in tip-top shape. It’s my Uncle Wil’s (short for Willie) birthday today and who needs a better excuse than that to get together and celebrate. Here I would like to deviate from the story and just state: In our family, we like to eat… a lot! More about this later.
We hit the road early on Friday. Dad, Mom and I. Plus my nephew and niece – my brothers’ kids. The intention was to have enough time to stop off at the Fish River Canyon viewpoint at Hobas. Good progress was made since the district dirt roads were in such shape that it was almost like driving on tar anyway. This is usually the case in Namibia, unlike most African countries where your vehicle would need some serious 4×4 capabilities to even start considering a rural road.