When I came to Africa, the suitcase could not get the journey, and the slow pace of life did not fit

People are biased against many things, such as the backwardness of African representatives, poverty, disease, war? Before coming to Namibia, we had this prejudice and some trepidation, but it almost completely upended that perception. As a diamond producer, it is modern, people's lives are leisurely and comfortable, most people have a happy smile on their faces, and the little brother of the gas station will even improvise to jump on you.

Its land area of about 820,000 square kilometers, but only more than 2 million people, to the city are clean, clean, unique architecture, more like to Australia or New Zealand small town. If you don't meet one or two black-skinned people once in a while, you won't believe it, you're already in Africa. When we arrived in the capital, Windhoek, it was Saturday, most shops were closed, and a handful of those in business were ready to close, but 12 o'clock noon.

If it is domestic, the weekend must be the busiest time for business. As a tourist attraction that is not so popular, we are a few yellow-skinned people who stand out. Experienced the plane flat tire, flight delay, baggage delay incident, everyone to the city the first thing is to split up to find a change of clothes. I was lucky in a clothing store to find a red skirt to wear, hurriedly checkout, afraid of waiting for everyone. The salesperson looked at me puzzled, and she leisurely swept the code, checked out, and change. I'm sorry to laugh, the action is still not slow down, urging her to check out, pay the bill, help me cut the cheap sign.

Three days did not wash, change clothes, at this time, just want to quickly get rid of the heavy clothes on the body, put on summer clothes. Such slowness is almost accompanied by our entire journey, whether it is locals or foreign European tourists, we are slowly, as if rushing to the trip, only us.

Out of the capital Windhoek, cars along the best part of the road gallop, although it is summer, rainy season, but the air is dry, along the way are all grasslands, deserts, vegetation lush, we see hordes of baboons, wild boars, antelopes, deer, horns, cattle ... There were few cars on the road, and occasionally two or three slum shacks with simple aluminum plates were encountered, with two huge barrels of iron, presumably their public water storage equipment, and a country with a wide gap between rich and poor. From the beginning of the airport, I did see more animals than people.

Near the Etosha, sunset gradually dyed the horizon into purple, endless prairie, clouds the sky changed. Not far away are hotels scattered in the jungle, where the grasslands gradually return to the hands of the locals, who live in harmony with the animals, and the animals that once fled are gradually returning to the prairie. The deer mother took the fawn leisurely to eat the tender and fat grass on the prairie, not far away, the baboons were playing in droves.