The 25th May saw the public holiday, Africa day, where everybody spent the day off work celebrating being African. Not that much was going on in Omaruru though.
Fortunately, at the rest camp, they had arranged a boer music night for the Afrikaner locals. Something I didn't know about until the night, but had apparently been widely advertised considering over 70 people turned up, not only from Omaruru but also from Otjiwarongo, Windhoek and some other surrounding areas.
The music was the same throughout the night. The band consisted of several older men, with harmonicas, concertinas and guitars. This style is intended to sound informal and instrumental, so the same beat was played continuously.
All of the white community in Omaruru attended, including the Germans even though it isn't really their thing. But a German friend told me quote 'nothing much goes on in Omaruru, so when something does, it's an excuse to get out see everyone for once'. Everyone was very jolly, getting up and dancing after a fair few drinks and the party didn't stop until way past midnight.
I didn't spend much time at the event, due to lack of money and everybody else was getting drunk. I helped Gary braai the meat for the meals that the guests were able to purchase. And luckily at the end of the night, when everyone was eaten and drunk out, we got to get some of the unsold leftovers of sausage, steak and potato salad. Courtesy of Tante Corrie.

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