TRIP BY TRAIN
Again it was the time of the year to pack up my pole and catch the train to Windhoek. Packing the pole was a rather onerous job because it is almost 5 metres long and trains have no roof racks. So I did what I did every year and left it lying in the passage for all and sundry to trip over.. A stop over at Swakopmund for my competitors to board the train and after sorting out compartments away we are on our way to participate in the SWA yearly sporting tournament of all the schools. (High schools only)
We were six in the compartment. And we knew we would not be sleeping. Because Windhoek is not that far.
The seating arrangement from the door:John…Anton…DieterAnd from the other seat: Roy…Andrew….. Zion. Now what is remarkable about this seating arrangement is Dieter was sitting directly opposite me. And I was seated at the window .Poor Dieter was a bit nervous since my last article. And could not stare me in the eye. Life is good. And so we sat looking at one-another and saying the least. Well that was until the conductor and the onnie passed. With a flurry the Lexington and Gunston made an appearance and packets were passed around. Except Dieter who did not smoke, well not in public anyway. Maybe a boom man which could account for his multiple occupation of the standard 7 class. The train passed a siding and I shouted “siding “ everyone looked and saw barren fields and dead trees flit past. Later a bottle of Cane Spirits made an appearance and we larney okes passed it around with a plastic cup. Sommer neat. And still the train carried on going nowhere, it seemed. Most of the guys brought pad-kos with because this train was not equipped with a dining Car. Some brought fruit and that was a miracle because fruit and vegies were hard to come by in Walvis Bay and Swakopmund. Dieter opened his cache of grub and had the rest of us slavering and drooling: Genuine German Black bread. Ryebread with Cheese from the Ruhr. And of course the sumptuous continental rolls built up high in polony and cheese. He even had a flask filled with hot tea.
Ok, so we sat looking at each other: someone would say:“is that a car there on the road?” All would rush to the windows and gawk at the darkness and see nothing going anywhere.
The compartment next door was occupied by Swakopmund girls. And can they smoke? They were rather noisy too. I asked Dieter nicely, or I could have just demanded he shift to my seat because I wanted to see what was happening next door. Dieter did not argue but jumped at it with alacrity, I manage to easy myself slowly out of the window while some of the lads held my ankles: what I saw had me gasping for breath and amazement.One of the girls, of course it had to be one of the most attractive, was standing clad only in a Bra’ and transparent white panties, busy brushing her hair while speaking to one of the other girls beyond my line of sight. Probably getting ready for bed. I was pulled back into the compartment and related what I had seen. In a jiffy there was a squabbling line of worked up laddies awaiting their turn. The lady had retired and the boys were beck-af.
The Walvis Bay High school contingent was singing the Suidwes Lied
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