TransNamib: Dimensions of a Desert. Gabi Christa
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Название: TransNamib: Dimensions of a Desert

Автор: Gabi Christa

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СКАЧАТЬ have been waiting for this. Quickly, they sift through the garbage and sort out all the coke and beer cans. Accompanied by loud laughter, they drink the last remaining drops. Not even three metres away there is a working water tap. I say to the boys: “It’s not safe; you never know how old the stuff is and who has been drinking from these cans.” With big eyes they look at me gravely and then roar with laughter. “That can’t do us any harm, we are tough men and, besides, the leftovers in the can taste better than water.” When I ask their ages, I only get naughty answers. They pretend to be 25. Laughing, the lads move off, skilfully kicking an empty beer can between them, which is carelessly left behind when they jump on to the back of a pick-up truck.

      It is hot. The air doesn’t move, there is not the slightest breeze. In the heat haze an oncoming truck seems to hover above the road. For minutes, we are swallowed up by the clouds of dust raised by the vehicle. Then the table-like mountains rise again, like a fata morgana, above the ground. We branch off towards Rosh Pinah. Like a green ribbon, the Orange River cuts through the barren landscape. Where no river water moistens the scraggy soil there is an abrupt end to the green and the earth is bone-dry. The Orange River has its source in the mountains of Lesotho and flows into the Atlantic Ocean near Oranjemund. Measuring 2.160 kilometres it is the longest river in Southern Africa. The mouth of the Orange River is still, to this day, a restricted diamond mining area. By providing power and drinking water, the river provides a living for many people. Sophisticated irrigation systems for vineyards, fish ponds and agriculture line our path. For millions of years, the Orange River has been washing enormous quantities of sand from the interior into the Atlantic Ocean. In around 1780, the Orange River was discovered by the Europeans. They called it Oranje to honour the Dutch royal house. A less royal version, however, claims the name is derived from the intensive orange colour of the water due to the Kalahari sands, which in turn get it from the high concentration of iron oxides. The Benguela Current and the prevailing south-westerly keep pushing the sands northwards. This has enabled the formation of the dunes in the Namib Desert and is why the Orange River earned its title “Father of the Namib”.

      At the Orange River, we meet siblings Josef, Francis, Joan and little Mel. The children are aged between 8 and 14 years. The girl is carrying the backpack: role allocations are obviously fixed since childhood. Today, school’s out, so they have been fishing. It’s been a good day, since the 8 small fish, averaging between 15 to 20 centimetres, will upgrade their supper. Guided by Josef I cast the line, quite well, but Mel is much better at it. The frail girl quickly winds up the line and again shows me how to do it. The children attend school at Aussenkehr. This grass hut village has been developing during recent years. A large shop opened near the health station a year ago. The farm Aussenkehr is producing grapes on a large scale. During the season, up to one thousand people live in these simple grass huts. Day by day, they are exposed to dust, heat and cold. We chat on a bit about this and that, about school and the parents. Then we diligently wind up the fishing lines on to the sticks and box up everything. Now Josef is carrying the backpack, maybe because of me and probably only as long as I am in sight.

      Josef, Francis, Joan and Little Mel return from fishing

      The Orange River carries a lot of water and the currents are remarkable. Its water has a nice temperature and there are neither crocodiles nor hippos which could endanger our bathing. It is pleasant to feel the water flowing along my body. But I must pay attention so that I am not washed away, hardly one hundred metres on are the first rapids.

      The landscape along the Orange River is a natural paradise; its banks are green and lined with sparsely vegetated mountains. But development will have it that this area, which can still be accessed for free, will soon become a park with entrance fees.[3]

      Pay kiosks have already been set up and on big brochures the cross-border project, the Richtersveld-Ai-Ais Transfrontier Park, is explained. The road to Sendelingsdrif is closed due to construction work and flooding. For our return journey, we have planned to re-enter South Africa here, using the pontoon ferry. Today, our route leads us further, past Rosh Pinah and along the eastern border of the restricted area to Aus.

      Snow in the Desert, Aus

      Looking for the meaning of this name, I find diverse information. Once, in the Nama language, I find that it means a bitter bush, under other circumstances, Aus has been allocated the exciting meaning of “Place of the Snakes”. Tonight, it is the place of the scorpions. A strong wind hits the campfire and whips the flames high up into the sky, so that the sparks fly in all directions. One creature dashes about the table legs and nervously we see that it is a light-brown, yellowish scorpion. The more we flash our torch, the more scorpions we discover. The Cape Scorpion (Buthidae parabuthus capensis) has got small pincers and a thick tail and is dangerous. The flash of the torch confuses the creatures; agitated, they erect their tails and speed past the table legs, one left, one right. I immediately pull my feet up on to the chair and I am happy to have a rooftop tent available to sleep in and not the animated ground.

      During the diamond rush, Aus formed an important link between Keetmanshoop and Lüderitz. When transport was provided by ox and horse wagon, it was the last provisioning post before the very demanding journey through the desert. It came as a great relief, when, after a mere three months of construction, the rail connection between Lüderitz and Aus was established in 1906/07. Today, we see only broken rails lying around. For ten years already, they have been working on the railroad and it is due to be completed in 2015. Until then, goods traffic from Keetmanshoop has to end at Aus and all of the transport through the desert to Lüderitz must travel on the well-developed B4 road. The small settlement of Aus in the Namib Desert lies at 1.485 metres above sea level on the edge of the Huib Plateau. There are few places in Namibia where you can expect snow every two or three years but Aus is one of those. I am longing for some snow; it has been hot already all day and even the night will not bring the coolness I hope for. The pictures in the guesthouse look Utopian. They depict the area around Aus as a winter landscape with snow-covered houses.

      At the end of World War I, the former base of the German Schutztruppe troops was converted and after the surrender in 1915 served as a detention camp. More than 1.550 Germans were detained here. In the beginning, the prisoners were accommodated in tents. Suffering from the harsh climate, they were allowed to set up decent clay brick houses. The prisoners went to work in their traditional German way. They had piped water installed and in the small gardens vegetables were grown successfully. The remaining ruins, at a distance from the centre of Aus, are today a national monument. Although in the houses the prisoners were better off than in the tents, many didn’t survive. What a strange irony of war. In the graveyard the former enemies are buried together with the deceased inhabitants of Aus. In 1918, the Spanish Flu came raging even here and killed thousands within a few months. After the signing of the Treaty of Versailles in June, 1919, the last prisoners of war were set free. In the Treaty of Versailles Germany had to renounce all her rights and claims concerning any overseas property to the allied and associated powers. As a consequence, many Germans were dispossessed and deported to Germany. But as a result of good co-operation with the South Africans, those who stayed and those who returned were compensated for. Today, Aus is an insignificant settlement along the B4 leading from Keetmanshoop to Lüderitz. To the right, the road defines the southern end of the Namib-Naukluft-Park.

      The Heart of the Namib

      Not far from Aus, at the Garub Mountain, a wide area was reserved for wild horses. Since 1986, it has been part of the Namib-Naukluft-Park. There has been much talk about the origin of the horses in the desert and there is a wide range of opinions about their lineage. To me, the most probable answer is that they are the offspring of the riding horses of the German Schutztruppe and are of the Kreplin breed. But, the horses might easily stem from the legacy of the lord of the castle of Duwisib, Hans-Heinrich von Wolf. He imported СКАЧАТЬ