Grootfontein (Photo Diary)
At a foot and mouth control point, we lent a few dollars to a man who had run out of fuel and cash. His name was Eugene and not only did he pay us back when we got to Grootfontein, he also organised for us to camp at Kalkfontein Farm which is owned by an eccentric Swiss fellow who keeps some surprising pets.
While pet lion, Mufasa, devoured his meat rare...
Eugene's family braaied for us under a full moon. These hunters have been making their own (beyond yummy) boerwors for 35 years. That night we tasted a piece of Africa.
The following day we were whisked off to experience their traditional, Afrikaans Namibian way of life.
It was Bow Wow's first time travelling in the back of a ute.
He felt safe in Lachlan's arms.
Eugene's father, Dane and his mother, Reane welcomed us in to their home and were so kind to us.
Dane hunts game like warthog, kudu and even giraffe. The family's diet is made up of 90% meat. "And no chicken or fish," added Eugene "they count as vegetables in this house."
They showed us how to make the kudu boerewors that we had savoured under the stars the night before. Vinegar, Worcester sauce and spices are rubbed in to kudu meat and sheep fat.
This fleshy concoction is then minced and fed in to sheep intestines. None of this put Lachlan off but suddenly I wasn't so hungry.
Those in the UK (especially Scotland) should bear in mind that it's dangerous to make boerewors in a moist climate as it goes mouldy. Plus, you may be hard pushed to find kudu at Tescos.
Mug shot of Lachlan and Eugene's pooch, Pepsi, who is named after his preferred tipple.
Dust rising as the farm's shepherd guides home his tribe of goats.
Inside the barn we found Velvet Ears...
and smelt of eau de goat for days.
Lovely farm girl.
Eugene's supplement to red meat ;)
When we joined Eugene's family hunting, we were privately relieved that Bow Wow was more interested in scoffing warthog poo than picking up their scent. We can happily tell you that no hogs were harmed during the making of this photo diary.
In fact, Bow Wow even shared his Hill's dog food with these cheeky chaps back at our camp.
A brave mongoose family were also interested in the contents of Bow Wow's bowl.
They took the pellets of food from our hands to feed their little ones. All of these special moments came about because we helped a stranger. Best of all, he's now a dear friend.