Grootfontein

Racism is big in Namibia. The whites and the blacks mutually hate each other. A veterinarian fence cuts the country in two. The northern "black" part is much smaller than the big, more fertile "white" part in the south, even though there are many more black people than white. The veterinarian fence makes it impossible for the northerners to sell cattle to the port cities in the south because they don't have the refrigeration chain in place. But only from the southern part it is possible to tab the lucrative European meat market. In general the northern part is full of disenfranchised blacks and the south is full of white farmers with huge lands.
Why do I write about that. Because the first man we got to know on the southern side was a German racist talking shit about black people all the time with a silly accent from Saxony. He annoyed us with a persistence that only was exceeded by his ignorance.
The place it self was more or less a farm/ butchery/ game park/ hostel. We were the only guests. We bought some game meat from him (zebra) and braid in the evening after a rough ride through the pampas. In the morning we ate breakfast on top of a little tower he built. He was snooping around and found us and started to annoy us even more. We packed our stuff and got out of this place.
Grootfontein (according to the map a big city) was small and boring. After spending too much time in the bank we were off to the "Etosha Park".