Namibia has small towns. Very, very small towns.
Take for example, Seeheim. We turned off the main road to a smaller and much rougher gravel road that followed a now defunct train line for the short distance to Seemheim, where we were to stop for lunch. We stopped at a collection of three smallish houses and one very odd hotel, that was built with dark brick in teh style of a small fortress. That's it. The entire town of Seeheim. And I know this because there is a sign by the train tracks telling me so:
Inside the pub of an unexpected and unique hotel |
Helmeringhausen's main street - that is, its only street |
The turnoff from the highway was decorated with old cars rusting decoratively among prickly pear cacti. There was a gas station, general store, cafe, and two lodges. whoo-hoo.
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