Showing posts with label Namibia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Namibia. Show all posts

Friday, August 21, 2009

106 Bottles (or drafts if you are lucky) of Beer on the Wall

If you are uninterested in beer then it might be best to save yourself 5 minutes and skip this post!
Having lived in Northern California for nearly 5 years, we have caught the beer bug and have been longing for cold drafts of west coast microbrew throughout the trip. Often we reminisce of the happy hours in San Francisco at Rogue Ale House, Vesuvio, Kennedy’s and of course, The Buccaneer.

Being beer enthusiasts we have made a point to sample the domestically produced beer in each country that we have visited in the hopes of learning not only what styles are preferred but also what role this wonderful drink plays abroad. Six months in we have visited 18 countries and sampled 106 domestically produced beers. The styles and tastes preferred have varied as well as the role that beer plays in each culture.

The world of beer styles is essentially split into two groups. ales and lagers. The essential difference is the yeast used in production, top fermenting vs bottom fermenting, and outside of that, both styles can offer a wide array of beers. Colleen and I are ale drinkers. Unless it is an early Saturday morning with Miller Lite during college football season (go Hawks!) or the conclusion of a long bike or run, we usually find ourselves sipping a cold pint or bottle of ale of some sort. Interestingly enough, the rest of the world heavily prefers the lager style of beer.
Availability of different labels has varied greatly from country to country. In Vietnam we have been treated to 18 different labels of beers while in Lesotho we were only able to track down one, the national lager called Mulati.

Over 70% of the beer we have sampled has been lager with the occasional surprise of an ale every now and then. If you like lagers such as Budweiser or Heineken, you would be in good company in most parts of the world. Most all the lagers we have sampled are fairly straight forward, light in color, lower in alcohol, and not much malt flavor or mouth feel outside of the presence of a slight alcohol taste. Most all contain adjuncts of some sort, usually rice or corn (or as they call it everywhere else, maize). Many add a fair amount of sugar prior to fermentation to boost alcohol levels (but impart no taste) and in Eastern Africa they even add unfermentable sugars to the mix resulting in a beer that can only be described as a Budweiser with a tablespoon of sugar added. There have been some great finds though, including the wonderful Laurentina Clara in Mozambique, the all natural Windhoek of Namibia, and the high alcohol Kingfisher Red of India. Rwanda, moving forward since the tragedies of the mid 1990s brought with it a tasteful Primus Lager served in traditional Belgian glassware, a reminder of it's colonial past.

Nearly all of the ales we have found have been in Ireland, the UK and South Africa. We were treated to unpasturized 'live ale' in London, a special treat that is hand drawn at traditional pubs. We also spent a fair amount of time with 750 ml bottles of Castle Milk Stout while camping in South Africa and we have also enjoyed half liters of dark ales recently in Vietnam.

I have found it very interesting the amount of mass produced large label beer available throughout the world. Carlsberg and Heineken are mainstays in most every country we have visited. We have actually had Carlsberg (Danish) that was produced domestically in Malawi as well as Amstel (Dutch) produced in Jordan and Lowenbrau (German) produced in Nepal.

We have been lucky enough to visit a total of 8 microbreweries so far getting a taste for small batch beer in each continent we have visited. Vietnam has been the surprise of the group boasting a microbrewery in a majority of all sizable towns we have visited. A stop for a beer at Legends microbrewery of Hanoi turned into and afternoon of discussion with the German Brewmaster. He introduced himself as I was seated at the bar staring at the brewing equipment and asked if I was Australian. I responded and clarified that I was American and asked him if he was Czec. It was a good way to break the ice and lead to an afternoon of beers he refused to let us pay for. Turns out his name was Werner and he was from Ramstein Germany and had been working in breweries since he was 13 (he was now in his mid 50s) eventually moving to Africa to brew and now to Vietnam. He was the owner and turned out to be very open to discussing his operation: he ships in a container of malt and hops from Germany every 3 months and brews 40 times per month on his 10 barrel system. He regularly sold 1500 liters of beer a day in his 400 person beer hall and distributed what was left over. I told him I thought he needed a larger brewing system to which he replied that the his Vietnamese investors would not approve it. So for now, he brews at least once a day, seven days a week.
Beer prices and packaging have also varied greatly from country to country. The most costly place we have drank was our first stop, Dublin, where we paid up to $6 USD for a pint of Kilkenny on draft. Africa brought with it low prices for beer (always by the bottle, never available by draft) where we bought 750 ml bottles of domestic beer for as little as $0.60 in Uganda. All in all, draft beer has only been found in about 1/4 of the places we have visited and the preference seems to be toward large bottles (deposit required in Africa) over cans.
The closest thing I have found to homebrew abroad has been the street beer of Vietnam, known as 'bia hoi'. Always served by draft out of a shabby looking keg placed curbside, bia hoi has been easy on the pocketbook as you can sit on the sidewalk in a plastic chair drinking low alcohol draft beer for around $0.25 a glass. There was also the homemade Tibetan beer offered in Nepal which consisted of a scoops of fermented millet grain placed in a large metal stein and topped off with steaming hot water. The bitter fruit wine like drink was then sipped through a metal straw and each stein refilled multiple times with hot water until all of the alcohol and flavor had been extracted from the fermented millet.
The role beer plays in each country has varied greatly. In the largely Muslim state of Jordan it is almost non existent outsite of the tourist areas. We did not see beer for sale or have a drink for nearly 2 weeks prior to trudging through a downpour to the other side of town for a cool draft of Amstel. In Africa, beer drinking was usually reserved for the men who began drinking in the early afternoon on roughly welded bar stools placed outside wood shacks roadside. In SE Asia, drinking is done at all times of day, and it is not uncommon to see businessmen having a drink by early afternoon. Unfortunately in many countries the drinking has become a curse of the poor and I wonder how a man with thread bare clothes and no shoes can be drinking beer after beer. Then I have to remind myself that the same thing occurs back home and unfortunately there is no help for these people. Beer, as always, accompanies celebration as well in most countries. Whether it was the completion of a long work week in Ireland, a Saturday night in Capetown, a wedding in India or locals on vacation in Vietnam, there was usually a person to be found enjoying a cold one.
Tonight we have our first sips of Beer Laos, the much famed national brew of the new country we have entered.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Africa Round Up

We have completed the Africa segment of our trip. 88 days and 9 countries. Countless memories and more stories than we will ever be able to tell. We have shared a small fraction of our experiences with this blog and have captured further sights with our pictures. Regardless, neither the blog or our pictures can holistically capture the experience we have had over the last three months. Words can't fully explain and most often cameras and pictures were not an acceptable thing with locals, so we will have the experiences in our mind to share with all of you when we meet again. We have put together the lists below as a summary of our experiences and we hope you enjoy!

Things We Learned
-Chad is an extremely hard name to pronounce for Africans, Colleen is rather easy (odd as there is an African country named Chad)
-Africans Love Enrique Eglesias (especially cab drivers), and Rihanna and Beyonce....a lot...other western pop music you will hardly hear but they love those three
-Rwandans in the capital of Kigali LOVE buffets
-If someone tells you to turn left you have a 50/50 chance of going the right direction (thank goodness for hand gestures)
-Che is idolized everywhere...he is currently pictured on a book cover in our hotel next to Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela
-African oranges are green
-Muzungu is everyone's favorite word (means whitey, and people reminded us we were white every chance they got)
-Just because you pay for a plane ticket, have a confirmation and receipt doesn't mean you actually have a ticket
-Your chances of surviving a Tanzanian bus trip are pretty low, they drive over 90 MPH and the busses look like something out of the Mad Max movies
-You can barter any clothes item if you run out of money
-If you are hungry enough lemons can be eaten as a meal
-Don't take a good pair of sandals for granted
-When there are no other options, your body and mind are able to overcome unthinkable situations
-Never underestimate the value of human kindness from complete strangers
-Never have more than 1 beer in a local bar (trust us, we learned)
-Only eat in restaurants that are crowded....high turnover means less chance of getting sick
-Word of mouth is HUGE in the travel circle in Africa, learn from other's mistakes...and try not to make them again yourself
-There is always room for one more on a Mozambique bus if they have money
-African babies don't cry. Our hypothesis is that they are conditioned to not receiving what they want.
-You don't need much to be happy in life...pretty much we were reassured this every day we met people

Top Africa Lists
Favorite Sight: Soussevlei (Sand Dunes), Namibia
Best Sunset: Addo Elephant Park, South Africa
Favorite Food: Zanzibar
Friendliest People: Lesotho
Best Beach: Kendwa Beach, Zanzibar
Favorite Big City: Cape Town, South Africa
Favorite Small City: Rhodes, South Africa (Chad enjoyed the small town fly fishing crowd more than Colleen)
Least Favorite Town: Nampula, Mozambique
Best Beer Selection: Mozambique...actually found something besides light lager there
Worst Touts: Nhkata Bay, Malawi & Tanzanian Bus Stations
Place We Wish We Had More Time In: Uganda
Place We Could Have Spent Less Time In: Malawi (that darn ferry)
First On Our List for Our Next Visit: Ethiopia
Cheapest Room: $4.22, Colleen's birthday night
Longest Bus Journey: 17 hours (honorable mention to the 58 hour ferry which does not qualify)
Number of times Colleen ate beef byproducts: 1 (damn beef gluten in South African jelly beans)
Countries we were awaken by the morning call to prayer: 9, every one!
Most Expensive Country: Botswana at $121.32 per day, this number is slightly skewed as we were only there 2 days and had the rental car and expensive lodging
Least Expensive Country: Mozambique at $60.58 per day, days are cheap when you cant find much food!
Current Average Cost Per Trip Day: $79.22, well below our $100 a day budget which is a relief

Currently we are in Goa, India and enjoying every minute of our first country in a new continent. Internet is more prevalent here than in Africa and we will be in touch.

-Chad& Colleen

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Beaches, Buses and Avocados - Our Introduction to Mozambique

We have run into relatively few Americans during our travels thus far. In Ireland and the UK they were no doubt present but there were very few to be found in Jordan and even less so once we arrived in Africa. Touring southern Africa in the rental car for a month lead to some encounters but probably less than we could count on two hands. Now that we have crossed the boarder into Mozambique and are solely relying on public transportation, encounters are even fewer. On our initial cross boarder bus from Johannesburg to the capital city of Maputo we had a handful of American foreign exchange students on Easter/Spring break heading north to the beaches of Mozambique. After two nights in Maputo we headed north to our first sample of the beaches and into the holiday crowds at the coastal town of Tofo. Easter break meant packed hotels and higher prices but it was nice to be around some larger crowds for the three days we spent there.

Since leaving Tofo 5 days ago we have spent nearly 20 total hours on 1 bus, 2 chappas (local taxi bus/mini van) and 1 boat (riding the bus here is a whole different post, think seats for 20 but 30+++ people on board). We have shared these vehicles with some 150+ people and we have been the only non-locals aboard. Yep, ebony and ivory, Chad and Colleen and the locals. We have been assured that the public transit is safe but the looks, or more so stares, that we receive are somewhat intriguing. Mostly they come from the young girls aboard the buses staring at Colleen with blank faces for minutes at a time.

The few Americans we have run into have had admirable actions that have brought them to this part of the world. We have run into multiple Peace Core volunteers who all seem to be working in neighboring Zambia. Then there was the girl from Vermont who was on break working at a startup non-profit in Kenya helping with women’s rights and the education of young girls. Then there was the chance run in with a girl from Washington DC who had left her job at a top financial firm on the east coast to work for one year in micro-financing in Tanzania. Then there was the guy who left his job in IT project management to work for 6 months in Namibia teaching technology to local high-schoolers. People in this part of the world love the USA for the New York Yankees and Hollywood (Jean Claude van Dam?) . But it is more than that. There are Americans here who have placed life on hold and selflessly left their high paying jobs and careers behind for a short while in the hopes of doing more. And for this reason Africans appreciate us as Americans. They respect us, love to speak the English they know (in Mozambique they speak Portuguese, and very little English the farer north we head), and have generally been very polite to us as guests in their country.

Today’s public transport via a 30 seater mini bus was particularly rough. No vehicle break downs as we had in previous days, but too many people for the actual space and we were positioned over a wheel well so we had our feet in the air with our knees to our chest for 11 hours. Add to that a missed alarm this morning and a 4AM sprint up a sand road to make the 4:30 bus. Besides that, the past week has been peaceful with 3 days in Tofo at the beach and 3 days in Vilankulo at the beach, and we were thrown back into the frenzy of Africa today. We are currently in Beira, the 2nd largest city in Mozambique, with the ultimate destination of Ilha de Mocambique in mind before cutting over to Malawi. Ilha is a whole 3 days of African transport away though, so I am sure we will have many more stories of bus rides ahead.

Our diets as of late have been rather simple. Meat is hard to come by and very expensive ($4 meat in a tube). When you do find meat it is then questionable where it came from and how it has been stored. I have therefore joined Colleen on the vegetarian train for the past 10 days and will probably remain so for much of the rest of Africa. Our typical daily run to the local market stalls supplies us with fresh bread, tomatoes, bananas, avocados (my saving grace), oranges, cookies, cheese (again rare and expensive and we rarely have it) and crackers. We also try to carry a jar of peanut butter with us when available. Usually our daily treat is a orange Fanta sold by the kids out of coolers on the side of the road. Restaurants tend to be pricey as well ($20 a meal for two) but we are getting by with our market visits for around $10 a day. Our stomachs are anxiously looking forward to the curries of India a couple months from now!

The bus rides are long and the meals not always optimal but the country of Mozambique continues to be an experience that we enjoy. The destinations, and the journeys in between, have been rewarding and observing the locals in their environment has been enlightening.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Botswana

The border crossings are beginning to become somewhat of a routine. Three hours outside of the Namibian capital of Windhoek we pulled up to the boarder checkpoint, presented our documents, paid a small entry fee, had the car searched and listened to a guard comment in admiration about Obama.

Given our limited time with the vehicle, Botswana had not received the highest priority (most all there is to do and see in Botswana is in the far north) and we were using it mostly as a transitional point from eastern Namibia back into northern South Africa. Once through the border, we headed out across the vast flat open space that is the Kalahari. The desert covers a good portion of northern South Africa as well as all of southern Botswana. During our 400 mile trek across the desert, rest stops and towns were few and even cross roads were a rarity. One thing that was plentiful was the livestock in the road. We were not really sure who they belonged to (there were no sheppards in sight) but every handful of minutes we had to slow to a complete stop to let the cow, donkey, geep (yes I said geep = part goat part sheep), cross the road. It kept the drive entertaining and comical as there was no radio and our only other entertainment was adjusting the air condition.

Despite the uneventful drive, the scenery was beautiful with vast desert shrubbery stretching uninterrupted by houses, fences or other roads. We had the town of Kang noted about 300 miles into our drive arrived by mid afternoon only to find the town was only a petrol station with camp sites (gravel parking lot) in the back. We had camped next to petrol stations before but this one seemed to have too many people standing around with nothing to do besides eye us and our car so we headed further down the highway. There were no towns marked on the map for the following couple hours and before we knew it we were watching the sun set in the rear view mirror as we headed east. We began to get slightly worried as we had no idea where to head for the night. We were within a couple hours of the capital but heading into an unfamiliar large city late at night was not an attractive option. We came across a petrol station sometime around 8PM whose owner offered to let us stay behind the station for free (again too many people standing around with nothing to do staring at us) but also noted a hotel further down the road that should have rooms open. Although we had the tent and the hotel cost 4 times the normal cost of a campground, we decided not to break our cardinal rule (compromising safety) and grabbed a room. After camping for 4 weeks sleeping in a tent on hard ground, the warm bed and hot shower were a treat.

We awoke the next morning refreshed and headed into the Botswana capital of Gaborone to stock up on some much needed supplies. Gaborone is more of a business center than a sight seeing destination but the downtown business area sported some tall buildings and well groomed parks. Botswana gained independence in the 60s and not too long after, diamond deposits were found and the economy has been riding that wave of wealth for the past couple decades. The conversation today is around how they will transition much of their economy now that the diamonds have run dry.

From the capital we headed south to our destination for the day, Mokolodi Nature reserve, and arrived just before noon time. We were lucky as the day prior and day after they were booked full but we were able to secure a site for one night and by early afternoon we were out on a self guided tour of the reserve. About 20 minutes into our drive down a rocky dirt road we came across a group of giraffes feeding. It was quite the rush to see the creatures in the wild for the first time as one blocked our path forward down the road while others loomed 20 ft tall far above our heads. From there we moved on through the park and had our first glimpses of wildebeests and zebra. Just as we were arriving back at camp at sunset we stumbled upon a small pack of elephants to cap off the day! The rhino and hippo are still eluding us but we hope to spot them in the coming weeks.

Our time in Botswana was short lived but we hope to return again and see the sights that the northern half of this beautiful country has to offer.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Good Luck Turns Expensive - Namibia

As we travel North through Namibia, we are slowly encountering more people one the road. Namibia has an interesting road system. There are 3 types of roads. B roads, which are tarred(around 5). C roads which are gravel, but hard packed. And D roads, these you really shouldn’t drive on unless you have a good 4 wheel drive car. That’s it, nothing more.

After 4 days in Namibia we encountered some small crowds at Namibia’s #1 tourist destination, the Namib Sand Dunes. This 32,000 sq kilometer sand sea contains the worlds oldest and highest dunes, and more importantly, Sossusvlei the most assessable of these. We rolled up to the national park once again hoping in wouldn’t be full, only to find they had camping available and even better yet the Namibia Wildlife Resorts were charging half price until the end of March. Excellent we thought. Then they told us the cost, the equivalent of 30 USD a night to camp plus 17USD to get into the park. Pricey, and that was half off!!!!!! We were told from multiple people in SA that we had to see Sossusvlei at sunrise and the only way to do that is to stay inside the park, so we grudgingly paid and we were rewarded The camp site was pretty impressive and we awoke the next morning at 5:30am to see the sunrise. After an hour drive out with some crazy sand off-roading and a 25 minute hike, we arrived to magnificent views of sand for days with the sun rising and the reflecting colors of the sand changing.

After our hike down the dunes it was back to break camp and head back out onto the gravel. About an hour out into our drive we heard a loud “ping/pssffff”. First thought was, “that was an odd sound” immediately followed by “that odd sound sounded like a tire blow out”. A quick stop and glance out the window by Colleen confirmed our thoughts. As we changed the tire in the dust and dirt of the gravel road our mood was almost upbeat. We had made it 5000+ kilometers on mostly unpaved roads and this was our first incident with the rental car. Immediately it was evident the flat was a sidewall blowout and the tire was not patchable and would need to be replaced. We had a quick tire change with the full size spare and we were on again on our way.

We arrived in our much anticipated destination of Swakopmund early that afternoon. It had been nearly a week since we entered a city of any notable size and we were immediately energized to see a Pick & Pay Supermarket and multiple choices of accommodation. We settled on a low key backpackers that had camping available for $15 USD and headed out into town to get some much needed supplies and do some tire browsing.

Swakopmund is one of the largest cities in Namibia with 25,000 people. The local economy is heavily weighted toward tourism feeding off the German heritage and architecture of years gone by. Given the large size relative to most Namibian towns, it is a center of commerce and offers internet, multiple supermarkets, a small shopping mall and even a beach with a light house. Out first task was to hit up the supermarket and some internet followed by some hand laundry and tire shopping.

And so the great tire odyssey began…Swakopmund has three main tire shops. The first was the name brand tire shop that we needed but required one week to get the tire and at a cost of $280 USD. The second shop had claimed to have the tire in stock but quoted the price at $365. The third and final shop actually had the tire currently in stock (turns out the second shop was actually buying from the third) at a cost of $290. Who knew spare tires cost so much in Namibia? Turns out the Land Rover Discovery 3 that we are driving is the only model using a 27035R17 tire and not too many people in Namibia drive Land Rovers. After a quick couple calls to tire shops in the capital city of Windhoek 4 hours away and no leads, we settled on biting the bullet and going with the third shop. We figured we could gamble and look more but the one shop actually having the tire in stock could sell the one it had and the thought of having another blowout on a dusty Namibian road with no spare was not too appealing!

We spent 3 days in Swakopmund walking the beach, catching up on to-do’s, drinking happy hour pints of AfriBeer(a new beer that was on special) and recharging out batteries. We are currently in the capitol city of Windhoek, a relativity new town, with nice shopping and sights. We are spending a few days here before we head into Botswana. After much debate we have decided to take the Trans-Kalahari highway through Botswana and back to South Africa. We are reluctantly skipping out on the highly popular Etosha NP and the Okavango Delta to the North. We are saving our money to spend on a safari in Tanzania and hope we will be back to this beautiful and intriguing country again in the future.

Waterfalls and Canyons

The border crossing from Lesotho back into South Africa was extremely quick. In fact, they didn’t even bother to check both of our passports. After crossing back in, we decided the best route into Namibia would be driving straight west, all the way back across South Africa to enter Namibia from the south. After 2 long days of driving and a quick 1 night stop in Kimberly (known for having the biggest manually dug hole in the world), we arrived in Augrabies. Augrabies is a small town, but it sits outside Augrabies National Park, known for its cascading waterfalls. We hit the park at an optimal time as the floods in the north had brought large volumes of water into the gorge leading to a handful of individual side waterfalls in addition to the main falls. We spent two nights camping outside the park in wine country sandwiched between grape vines and lime trees.

From Augrabies it was a 2 hour jaunt northward to Namibia (again we selected a small remote dirt/gravel road boarder crossing). For the first time our vehicle was actually searched at the boarder and after 45 minutes of paperwork, investigating, and being told the USA was only full of rich people, we moved into Namibia. A majority of Namibians live in the northern third of the country, in the capital of Windhoek or settled in the north along the Angola boarder. It was immediately evident as we entered from the south that we were in desolate, but beautiful country. Namibia is slightly larger than Texas but boasts less than 2 million people. Most are scattered across the country side and only the capital city boasts a population above 50,000 people. On our third day in Namibia during a 5 hour stretch driving in the south we only encountered one other vehicle!

Our first destination was to hit up Fish River Canyon. It was high on Colleen’s things to see in Namibia, and like SA, everything says that you must book in advance. We did not know when we would be arriving, so we took the chance and just showed up. There were only 4 other people there. It is entering high season and the Easter Holiday yet the crowds have been low as of late. Fish River Canyon is the largest canyon in the Southern Hemisphere, and the views were spectacular. After Fish River we had big plans to drive to Luderitz, a small German settlement 2 hours from any other towns on the south-west coast. Namibia has a big German history as they used to be a German colony and only got their independence in 1990. We arrived after a long day of driving to Luderitz and wouldn’t you know it, it was their Independence Day. Of course in the USA everyone has big BBQ’s and parties on our Independence Day, here not so much. We found one person having a small braai and the temperature had dropped from 35 degrees C at 30 KM outside of town to only 14 degrees in the city. It was a ghost town. No one was around, all the shops were closed for the holiday and at the one camping spot we couldn’t find anyone to pay. We took this as a sign and decided our best bet was to grab a quick beer at the only pub open in town and head out back the way we came. The nearest town was Aus and we camped at the only garage/market/petrol station in town. It was nice, cheap, clean and sunny!

Namibia has been an experience so far. LOTS of wide open space and you don’t see others for hours. The scenery is magnificent, it seems to change drastically every hour and the trip is definitely about the journey here, not the destination.
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