Please exile me to the most beautiful time

Chapter 2 Namibia: Everything is the Best Arrangement (1)
Sahara desert all the way south

While Victoria Falls was still ringing in my ears, the world of Zambia was gradually drifting away from me. This was a long journey with no end in sight.Even though it's been a year, it still seems like yesterday.Those bridges that people can't lose will always be looming in memory.Namibia is one of them.

Namibia, an unknown country, no matter how hard I dig in the brain information database, I only end up with a failed search result.Now, I stand at the junction of Zambia and Namibia and look around. It looks like a young woman sitting in front of it, waiting for me to approach and lift the curtain.

If Africa is divided into five regions: East, West, South, North, and Central, the southern part is extraordinarily beautiful and colorful because of the mixed European vision.And because whites and yellows are an important part of southern Africa, this place is no longer simply "black Africa".

The security inspector at the port was a black guy. He carefully rummaged through my backpack. Under the sharp eyes like X-rays, all the items were "naked".The black guy picked up my neck pillow, and his eyes suddenly brightened, as if he had discovered something.

"This is a small pillow for a long-distance car ride. It's not a monster." "What material is it made of?" "Cloth." "What's inside?" "Cotton." "Take it apart."

Hiding contraband in pillows and mixing it across national borders is a common plot in movies.Faced with this series of doubts, I could only squeeze it randomly, squeezing it hard inside and out, wishing I could jump up and step on it.The boy was finally convinced, and turned from suspicion to curiosity. Like looking at the diorama, he looked at the strange things in the backpack—the big fiery red cloak from India, the snow-white shells from the coast of Tanzania, and the postcards printed on the Egyptian pharaohs. Comedy overtones, so he chatted with me a few nonsensical words, and then I was happy to let go.

Why do security checks in many countries prefer single women? This is mainly due to the superiority of developed countries.Their logic is that single women come to developed countries to work in the sex industry for money.Therefore, in order to restrict the entry of single women, they must be given special "care".

This is totally a whore logic, money comes first!
Unfortunately, this time I got shot!Here, I also suggest that single women stop clamoring to go abroad. Isn’t it better to stay in the country, why bother to come out and be treated like a “prostitute”.

The first impression of a strange country often comes from the quality of the infrastructure. To put it bluntly, it is how the streets look.This is the same principle as how people look at people—the first impression is always firmly drawn by appearance and clothing. Even if you find out later that the other party is a despicable and shameless villain, you still cannot change the love at first sight when you first met.

Namibia is a country that makes people fall in love at first sight.

I clearly remember that all the way to the south through the Sahara Desert, except for a few cities that can be named with a slightly metropolitan skeleton, most of the rest are poor and the level of infrastructure construction is appalling.Burundi, Malawi and other countries on the way are even more miserable. In such a big country, there are only a few narrow asphalt roads (if they can still be called roads) and only two lanes for going to and going back. On country roads, once you leave your car, there is no place for people, so passers-by can only step on the mud, stones and glass shards outside the road; or risk being hit by cars whizzing by at any time. , walking tremblingly along the edge of the road a thin wire-like line.

Because of this, a well-built asphalt road will surprise people-at that moment, I even began to learn to appreciate the beauty of a road.

Its wide, flat, gleaming roads make Namibia a leader among many countries: it’s quite different from many countries in Africa, in all fairness.Of course, how could I forget, the staggeringly high hotel room rates?If you think about it carefully, you have to bear the corresponding prices to enjoy the developed facilities. There has been no pie in the sky since ancient times.

Sitting in the fast-moving bus, I counted the notes in my hand and sighed sadly and solemnly.I raised my head and looked out the window, toward the golden desert stretching infinitely far away, my eyes were blurred, I straightened my back seriously, looking forward to finding a suitable place to stay.Open a window, and the sound of the wind floods the ears, as if entering a black hole, until at the end of the road, where the sand and the sea meet, a small town - Swakopmund - miraculously appears.

It is not too much to marry 10 wives
If you freeze the lens here, you will have a feeling of living in Europe.This is a small town that seems to have been moved out of a fairy tale book, painted into colorful bungalows, clean roads with no garbage, buildings with exquisite wall column carvings, chic roof sculptures...European style in Namibia, Interpreted vividly, here is the image of Europe at all.

The painful history of being colonized has become the heart disease of almost all African countries.Namibia, once known as German Southwest Africa, was occupied by South Africa after getting rid of German colonial rule, and it did not declare independence until the 90s.In other words, the nascent Namibia is just a young man in his twenties.

Swakopmund, a city built by the Germans at the end of the 19th century, was once the center of German colonial rule. Although it is now a member of the Commonwealth of Nations and its official language is English, German is still popular in small towns.The ancestors of the residents are mostly from Germany. These fair-skinned and tall German descendants are now mostly standard Namibian citizens. They live and struggle together with black people.

The white population accounts for [-]% of the total population of Namibia. They are the lucky ones, because they are born with noble blood.As the middle class of the city, most white people live in exquisite and beautiful seaside bungalows, and each household has two or three private cars. Walking among them, it seems that a large group of people can be seen sitting at a marble dining table enjoying a candlelight dinner .

This kind of situation makes you forget the black people who live in the dilapidated cheap houses on the outskirts of the small town.They are still receiving pitifully low salaries and doing the lowest jobs.During the occupation by South Africa, the apartheid policy was implemented here, and a large number of laws that discriminated against blacks were implemented openly.Although blacks have gained legal equality today, in reality they can only live in small houses, and the big houses are still dominated by white people.

In addition to blacks and whites, there are also a group of "red residents".

The red-skinned women wearing metal rings walked past in twos and threes with their plump breasts exposed. I couldn't restrain my strong curiosity. I wanted to stare at them for a few more times, but I was afraid of making them feel uncomfortable. , so his eyes wandered around, shooting from the corner of his eye, like a thief who had done something wrong.They are the legendary Himba women, who smear a red powder on their bodies and hair every day, which is ground from local stones.It is said that after this powder is applied, it can last for a week without fading. Because of this, the skin of the Himba is always red, so they are called "red men".

This unique, enthusiastic and exotic attire makes Himba people highly recognizable.In every corner of Swako, you can see the figures of "red men".I have never met a Himba man, and I heard that most Himba boys die before the age of 15 because of some kind of genetics.This has led to a serious imbalance in the ratio of men to women in the Himba tribe, with the number of women being 10 times that of men.According to this ratio, it is not too much for each man to marry 10 wives.

People can't help but wonder how long the primitive tribes, who have followed the way of life 500 years ago, can survive under the impact of globalization and modernization.Based on that alone, I guess the Himba must be beloved material for the Discovery and National Geographic channels.

Animal World would love it here too.There is also a kind of cute elf living in the local desert. You must know it, Timon in "The Lion King" and the isolated island creature in "Life of Pi"-the meerkat.The clever and lovely meerkat is a well-deserved star in Namibia.Meerkat-related decorations are easy to find in store windows.I really think that the meerkat should be the "image ambassador" of Namibia.

Walking on the streets of Swakopmund, you will find that one side is the vast and boundless Atlantic Ocean, and the other is the same vast and boundless desert. Standing on a high place, you can clearly see the dividing line between the sand and the sea. The result of a fierce struggle between natural forces.The sea and the desert are incompatible with each other, but they live in peace and compromise with each other, and finally achieved the spectacle of Swakopmund.

Whether it is the desert that tolerates the unrestrainedness of the ocean, or the ocean that tolerates the greed of the desert, the answer is unknown.I am amazed, but who knows what kind of story happened behind this, who is paying, who is forbearing, who can comment accurately?
The Little Desire of a Gold Digger

Humans have an instinct to scare themselves, and on December 2012, 12, the damned end of the world finally came.When I was a child, I heard adults say that 21 was the end of the world, when all human beings would fall into the sea and drown. In 1998, no one died, and it lasted until 1999, and I heard that that year was the last year of human beings on earth.Now we all know that the sun is rising as usual and all is well.

When Hollywood filmmakers were counting the box office and laughing contentedly, I also thought carefully about the serious question of where I would be when the "doomsday" came.The answer turned out to be a small town on the southwestern coast of Africa.I'm a little depressed, if I really die so far away, can my friends find me?I have a guilty conscience.

Speaking of this, I can't help but bring up the word "fate" that has been said too much. There is no way, travel is a very variable thing, and any accidental event can be lazily interpreted as "fate".Staying in Swakopmund for the "end of the world" is a well-deserved accident. There is no special reason, and it was only possible to stay for a long time because of twists and turns in the visa.

Sometimes a visa applied for in a third country can be affixed in a fourth country. When I get a Botswana visa in Zambia, I can issue it in Namibia. In this way, I can save the time of waiting for a visa in Zambia.

(End of this chapter)