On Monday I left Fuessen by train, to Frankfurt (2 degrees C). Tuesday I was going to leave my luggage at the Pension and go shopping. Ghmf… no, I had to be out by 10am, no luggage storage facility. So I very quickly went to the closest supermarket at 8am (dressed in coat and scarf and still freezing) and bought a piece of baked cheesecake for breakfast and a "leeeettle" chocolate to take with me. By 11:30am I was at the airport.... my flight was only at 7:40pm. What a lo ng day that was. The flight was good though, had a window seat and an empty seat next to me. Landed on time in Windhoek and then the surprises started (which they should not have been!!!) 1. Getting out of the plane and it being super hot and the air super dry. 2. How long it took to process the travellers from 1 plane only through immigration! 1.5 hours I stood in line! 3. How much Windhoek had changed since 1996. Very little looks like I remember it. But some things are exact...
This morning I took it slow, caught the bus to the most spectacular place in San Francisco, the Palace of Fine Arts! I had never heard of it and was absolutely misled by the name. I thought it was an art gallery. Not so, it turned out. This beautiful, beautiful structure was erected for the Panama-Pacific Exposition of 1915. Like the Eifel Tower, it was only meant to last one year. It lasted a little longer than that and when it started to fall apart, San Franciscans refused to accept it. Money was raised to take it down to its foundations and rebuild it properly with a metal frame and concrete. It looks like something you would have found in ancient Rome. And next to it there is a lovely lake with ducks and fish and turtles and all sorts of birds. I am glad I went early as when I was leaving, the tour busses started showing up. I had a quiet, peaceful hour. I then hopped on the bus and went to China Town. Well, China Town is China Town. Seen one, seen them all. Lots of cheap stuf...
Today I had a slow day. Nothing really planned other than doing my laundry and repacking my bag. In the afternoon I strolled up to the Metro Station to put more money on my Tap Card so that it would be quick and easy to get on the train tomorrow morning. And it was only then that I noticed the shop across the road! NOT FAIR!!! And there is a gym right next door to it. That I noticed on day one. I wonder why? Guilty conscience maybe? Walked along the 3 rd Street Promenade and wasn’t wowed at all. Just more of the same tourist-junk. Did find this upmarket retailer though, with a whole window covered in old Singer sewing machines. And look who I bumped into! Wonder what they were up to? Took one last stroll along the beachfront and realised that this ...
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