Heaven and Hell, in one Day...

In anticipation of 30 days at sea, I decided to indulge in a little jog around Walvis bay. I say indulge but that is never really be the case at 40-45 degree heat. So I headed out along the promenade which was very pretty, taking me past the Great Flamingos feeding grounds, then the equivalent of "Camps bay" suburbs and on into the desert- "the Skeleton coast". I was amazing how quickly I was suddenly surrounded by huge sandy bronze dunes. Stretching to every horizon and turning purple and blue with the distance. It truly took you breath away, in every meaning of the phrase = HEAVEN. You may think I was crazy, but I was not alone on my run, yes there were other locals doing the same.

Back on board, the skipper had given us a "pink ticket" to go ashore, the first mate and I headed out to check out the night life of Walvis bay. We hit a place called "the deck" first, very similar to the Look-out in Plete and then headed onto a place called "Cantina Joes". Now this was a very staunch Dutch hang out, but the vibe was cool and there was some eye candy floating around, so we had ourselves a few Amstels and shot a few rounds of pool. That was our original intention anyway as we seemed to be on fire, no-one could remove us from the table. The locals were pissed and sending there best against us. (It is was quite funny when we arrived the following night and nobody wanted to play against us.) After 10 games or so, we got chatting to some ladies who scored us lift to the next joel on the other side of town, by the port, miles away, yay. I was loving the vibe here, and no before you all ask there was no Belinda Carlise playing, but the music was a bit more my scene and I was putting out all the big moves. However Jon was in a funny place and I sensed this. I've slowly become aware that he is super keen on the chocolate dishes and he's happy to fork-out for it. (its amazing how different things are, when you from just north of the Zambezi). So when I asked whats up and he said he wanted to go to another place he'd heard about, I should have known better. So we ditched the girls and cool vibes and headed out to a place called "Ingkulus". Basically in about 2 seconds you know where you are - "a Brothel". This was a serious eye opener, but basically = HELL, but who's judging. The customers included Koreans and Japaneses sailors all of whom were never that high on my list anyway but have fallen further down since. I am happy to report that my "good morals" and sensible talking convinced Jon that this was a bad idea and we should head for the yacht club and attempt our 20 min row, in our flimsy row-boat against some rather scary looking waves,back to the yacht mooring 150 ms out.