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 household received a bar of ice a day, free of charge, from the ice factory. Thus, even in the most extreme temperatures, in the ice boxes butter remained firm, beer and lemonade cold.

      Infrastructure was fully developed; there was a post office, a bakery, a butchery and a school. The place could even provide a swimming pool, filled with salt water that was pumped up from Elizabeth Bay. The local hospital at that time was the most modern on the continent. There was an x-ray machine, but not exclusively to scan broken limbs. The temptation to smuggle diamonds out of the area was too great and such a diamond, be it swallowed or in the anus, could be detected by x-ray. People were not lost for ideas when it came to smuggling the precious stones. Hollowed shoe soles, radios, crannies in the cars, even carrier pigeons were used. In 1914, all companies had to be closed, since the Great War was seriously blocking the diamond mining. From 1915, at least for maintenance, production was allowed. War and crisis shook the diamond companies, then as now. In Elizabeth Mine today, they work in 8-hour shifts and the entire plant is under video surveillance, even the manned gate below Kolmanskop. From here, we can watch the workers from the mine as they emerge from an old blue bus. They disappear into a huge hall, where, one by one, they have to parade through a security gate after each shift. Smuggling is impossible, cameras and floodlights are everywhere. The blue bus reverses and gets into position to transport the new crew for the shift changeover.

      One carat of raw diamond is worth 300-500 US$. This value depends on the daily fluctuations of the world market. Significant is the fact that 97% of the Namibian diamonds qualify for jewellery. The discovery of the diamond fields at the Orange River Mouth cast a big shadow upon Kolmanskop. The stones in the delta were six times bigger than those from Kolmanskop. This meant the end of the diamond hill. The diggers went south and in 1936 conquered Oranjemund. At this point the last curtain fell on this magnificent diamond spectacle and, in 1938, the diamond rush had ended for good and with it the bathing in Champagne by the ladies and the big Havana cigars for the men. Kolmanskop dropped out of the final inebriation into sober reality and was abandoned. This happened very fast and many houses weren’t even locked properly. Instantly, the ubiquitous sand invaded the houses and the buildings were soon decaying. Today, the wind blows through broken panes and whistles along the beams. It deposits sand here and blows it away again to somewhere else. Everything in these ghost houses is in transition, in an irresistible decline. Inside the rooms, the sand dunes have grown metres high, their pressure pushing the walls outside.

      After the guided tour, I stroll across the area on my own, savouring the atmosphere as if it was a good wine.

      The ground sparkles seductively. Again and again, the lady had told us that all of Kolmanskop was under video surveillance and that we were not allowed to pick up anything. I am too curious about what is actually shining here. That is the way Stauch started, by just bending down. When lighting my pipe, I inconspicuously drop the matches and pick them up again, together with a bright stone, and, without attracting attention, both disappear into the pocket of my jacket. On the toilet, I examine the stone more precisely and, with a sharp jerk, I pull it across the glass of my watch. Diamond scratches glass; an ordinary stone wouldn’t do so – in any case not as quickly and thoroughly. From the old-fashioned toilet tank nine litres of water flush down the valueless stone. There is no dual flush option, alas, although water is so precious in the desert.

      Water in the Desert

      It hardly ever rains in the desert. Lüderitz and Kolmanskop had an ever increasing demand for water. Experts like well driller Thieme searched for water in the Namib Desert for the thirsty up-coming Lüderitz. For navigation, we rely on GPS. Before these devices became available, apart from the map and the compass, at night you had the Southern Cross as a navigation aid. For that, you draw an imaginary line through the longitudinal axis and extend it 4.5 times. Drop a vertical line from this point, which is the South Celestial Pole (SCP), to the horizon – that place is due south. A navigation error in the desert can yield fatal consequences. The experienced afore-mentioned desert fox Thieme lost his bearing when he ran after his escaping donkey. A disastrous imprudence. For days without water Thieme wandered through the scorching heat in the desert. Whilst considering himself dead already, and at the end of his tether, he wrote in the sand “Thieme’s last hour”. But the discarded fragments of his shirt allowed the rescue party to track him down. Thieme was lucky, was found and survived.

      A similar fate happened to Dick Mansel, in 1894, when he was returning late from hunting and lost his way in the darkness. After four days of unsuccessfully searching an Ovambo man reported having found a man, almost dead of thirst. This was Dick. He had cut open a vein, dipped a thorn into his blood and written on to his shirt: “Dick Mansel, died of thirst, 26 October 94”.

      He had gotten away from the sandy grave in the Namib Desert, once again. Nobody knows how many have not managed to do so.

      It is not known whether Thieme went on with his hazardous job of searching for water for Lüderitz. The permanently poor supply of drinking water was a huge problem for the town in the desert. To begin with, thousands of tons of drinking water were shipped from Cape Town to Lüderitz bay, where it was sold to the residents. One cubic metre cost up to 40 Marks. Then, salt water condensers were installed and drilling for well water yielded good results. From Garub, 100 kilometres away, where Thieme had almost died; water was fetched from 65 metres below the surface and transported by train to the diamond hill. In 1914, a litre of water cost 14 Pfennig, the same amount of beer cost only 10 Pfennig. Mine labourers and their families received a free allowance of 20 litres per head. Thus, a family of three had 60 litres of fresh water available, which is a luxury in the desert. In 1920, a litre of condensed water cost 8 Pfennig and in 1930, 10 Pfennig. Today, Lüderitz and Kolmanskop draw water from the Koichab. Geomorphologic age determination considers this enormous water reservoir to be a remainder of the last big rainy season 10.000 years ago. These fossil water reserves have been tapped for Lüderitz since 1969; their level has not receded yet. The five bore holes extend 200 metres deep, at a distance of 90 kilometres from Lüderitz. A chemical analysis determined the age of this enormous underground lake at just 7.000 years.

      We have to bid farewell to Kolmanskop, a place steeped in history, energetically wrestled from the desert which now, quietly but steadily, claims it back. Once the 20.000 tourists a year have stopped coming here, the sand will cover it all. The exploration of the Namib Desert goes on. In the museum hangs an old tattered map of Southern Africa from that time. The sandy areas of the Namib Desert are marked a light yellow. These yellow expanses extend up to Portuguese West Africa, the modern Angola, and the town of Namibe, back then known as Moçâmedes. That’s where we want to go.

      Lüderitz, an Artificial Oasis

      Shark Island Camping is exposed on a rock needle. Hardly any guests are around. Can this be the reason for the dilapidated state of the ablution blocks? All sites offer a sweeping view, correspondingly windswept, however. Below, to the right, next to the water, we find a site, more or less sheltered from the wind. There are only a few ships in the harbour; not much is going on in the bay. The oyster industry has to cope with huge problems. Seafresh Investments is the company affected the most severely. It is producing up to 500.000 oysters a month. In an area of 1.250 hectares they put up an aqua park for rearing oysters. What began promisingly, in 2009, repeatedly fell prey to the algal bloom. Weather conditions and currents led to a surge in marine nutrients, which, in turn, facilitated the growth in algae. When algae die, dead matter is broken down by bacteria. This process draws oxygen from the water, vital to the oysters as well as to all other marine life.

      In 1488, the Portuguese seafarer, Bartolomeu Dias, was looking for safe anchorage here and erected the national emblem of his country on a peninsula in Lüderitz Bay / Angra Pequena, which means “small bay”. The next visitors from the sea did arrive but only two hundred years later. Ships from the Dutch East India Company, in 1670, were exploring the waters north of the Cape. In 1786, a British sloop dropped anchor in Lüderitz СКАЧАТЬ