Daverom Funeral Services.

In Afrikaans:

"TO WATERS WHERE THERE IS REST...
HE LEADS ME"

PS : 91
IN THE SHELTER OF THE MOST HIGH

Seeing one of their employees on the sidewalk, I talked to him, bought him some vodka and cigarettes. He's only 21-years-old. This kid in the photo, I gave some money for food. In South Africa and Namibia, people would ask for money, and sometimes I give. As a foreigner here, you're clearly better off than many folks. If nothing else, you had the money to get here. Only a tiny minority would ask for money, I must stress.

Looking into a window of the funeral home, I saw six or seven women busy in a kitchen. Of course, they were startled to see a Chinaman suddenly appear.

"I'm with this guy," I said. "He's a troublemaker. You can tell by his eyes. Just look at his eyes!"

"What about my eyes?!" one smiling woman said.

"You look fine. It's just this guy."

"What do you think of Rehoboth?" another woman asked.

"It's very nice, very nice, and everyone's nice."

"And the women are beautiful!"

"Yes, everyone's beautiful, except this guy."

"Where are you from?"

"Vietnam."

"Vietnam," several repeated, mumuring. As I turned away, someone shouted, "Take me to Vietnam!"

At a Chinese owned stored in Windhoek, I overheard a Namibian female employee ask her boss, "So when are you going to China?"

"Next week," he mumbled without looking up. It's an old routine between them.

"We're going together, right?" She cracked up.

Going to Cape Town would be a huge treat for most people here. China, Vietnam or Europe might as well be on another planet.

At a Cape Town bar, a young woman asked if I owned a yacht!