By Gord Breedyk, Wayne Tebb, Werner Voight, Werner Voigt
The remarkable tale of a guy who used to be born in Germany and made up our minds, as a tender guy, to to migrate to Africa. His ebook describes sixty years reviews as a settler, durning which he built plantations for his staff and eventually for himself. He and his kin skilled many hardships, disappointments and rewards whereas residing in East Africa from 1926 to 1986.
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Not surprisingly, work on the new indoor washroom took on a whole new priority. At that time, quite a number of lions were in the area and one had to be careful, especially at night. Bagamoyo I stayed the night in Kitopeni and the next day Konrad took me to Bagamoyo, about ten kilometres away. For a change, we drove on a solid road, paved with coral stones. This had been built in the German times prior to the war. To left and right were rice, bananas, and palm trees—this was a well-developed plantation.
The walls were whitewashed and there were shutters, but no curtains on the windows. This was because mosquitoes could hide in the curtain folds. Bug sprays had yet to be invented. In their absence, fly flaps were used to kill the mosquitoes. I had a shower, in cold water of course, and changed. Refreshed, I went to the dining room, ordered a beer and, to my amazement, received a very cold “Berlin Weisse,” a special German beer containing a bit of raspberry juice, which had just arrived with me on the Usaramo.
Keuhne’s farm and from then on we were in the real bush. From time to time we passed a small village. Each was a small cluster of thatched huts amongst the palms, around them fields of bananas, manioc and rice. When we came to small rivers, we just had to cross our fingers and drive through the water hoping that we would not get stuck. Occasionally there were little timber bridges, just a few poles with sticks on top, lashed together with lianas. Often sticks were missing and then Ali, who worked for Konrad, cut down a few appropriate trees nearby, fixed the bridge, and on we went.