A place for me...

One thing about Namibia is the meat. they eat meat. when you're having a couple of beers other places in the world, there is probably a bowl of chips on the table. Not here. Here they pass around plates with meat in stead. grilled meat, dried meat, cooked... I like it very much! (what do you reckon, Kristine?! Never told me about this before i went down here..) At the shop Mari gets some chocolate (ok, sometimes me too) and I get biltong (dried meat)... (they told me that I ate donkey thing the other night...)

Like when we were at the king, we got meat. a couple of kgs! this friday it was graduation, so we went to someone who had grilled a goat. very nice, too spicy for me though.

They for sure knows how to make a good steak here too... oh, when i get to Windhoek... i'm gonna eat zebra, kudu, ostrich (again), crocodile... :)

So I don't learn the Africans to swear or anything, just to say " Ej ete kjöt" (I eat meat).

I didn't climb to the top of the food chain to become a vegetarian!!