We walk in to the local community centre, designed to give youth who
cannot afford college a talent that will keep them off the streets. Meeting the
students and teachers, we had a chance to see their artwork in progress, many
finding influence from photos and magazines strewn around the centre. Others
explored themes of life around the township, bringing eerie symbols of daily
life to the canvas.
Leaving to the dark train station, we climbed on the noisy locomotive at
7PM. Finding our seats, I was immediately reminded of our local bus trip to
Puno in Peru -- although the smell was not quite so colorful... Over the next
12 hours, I told myself that it must be fried chicken, but I have my doubts.
With seats much like in the airplanes, freezing cold and frequent jolts,
bangs and lurches -- it was a difficult sleep. Arriving just before sunrise, we
enter the town of Keetmanshoop, the hub of southern Namibia.
Calvin & Sharon
(to be
continued)
