
So here it is – news of last week’s visit to Namibia.
Windhoek means the place where the winds meets, and we were glad of the breeze in the 80 degree heat, though to the Africans we met it was the dead of winter.
That’s me on the balcony of a bar overlooking the city, with Mike Higgins of the NUJ, enjoying a much-needed liquid rest 24 hours after flying from Glasgow via Dubai and Johannesburg.
Meetings were held with the Namibian, the country’s leading newspaper, and with journalists and broadcasters of all types from right across the country. Busy, busy, busy – but there was time for a lunch. Or two.

(Me, Helliate Rushwaya, manager of the Creative Loop, and Mike relax among the trees in a local restaurant.)
No, there weren’t any lions in the main street. If you’re ever in Namibia, you might avoid asking that question of the locals. They get a bit sick of it. But one of the biggest game reserves in the world isn’t far away, and if you want, and you have the proper licenses, you probably can go shooting there.
Somebody must, because we ate Eland one night. And my good friend and ex-colleague, John Collins, single-handedly invented the Oryx supper – antelope and chips – a Scottish twist on African cuisine.
Meetings, meetings, meetings – but we did manage into a bar occasionally.

This is Mike, me and Helliate entering a hostelry to catch up with all those notes and ideas you accumulate when you’re working hard. As you can see, the visit was going so well that it was all Helliate could do to refrain from breaking into a dance.
Actually, she didn’t refrain from it.
A wonderful visit to the most amazing place I’ve ever been. And, all joking aside, a really successful trip.