By Gord Breedyk, Wayne Tebb, Werner Voight, Werner Voigt
The impressive tale of a guy who used to be born in Germany and determined, as a tender guy, to to migrate to Africa. His ebook describes sixty years studies 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 dwelling in East Africa from 1926 to 1986.
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There was also a washstand with a basin and a water jug, towels and soap. Everything was very clean. 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.
I bought an iron safari trunk, watertight and white ant proof; khaki shirts, shorts, and long trousers; white suits, shirts and so-called Buessus underwear, made of a very porous fabric especially for hot climates. At that time in the tropics one wore only khaki or white, no fancy clothes. Tanganyika, now an English Mandate, had just been opened again for Germans and it was not easy yet to get an immigration permit. I was probably the first young German to go there after the war. The immigration formalities had been arranged by the company.
As is customary even today, Neptune honoured us with a visit and first-timers were baptized. We danced and enjoyed the festive food; and, of course, at the end we were all a bit tipsy. After a few days at sea in the Indian Ocean we arrived in Mombasa. It had been pleasantly cool on the open sea, but as soon the ship was in the harbour at the quay, the heat and humidity of Africa hit us. There was no wind and it became quite hot. We stayed in port the whole night unable to sleep because of the continuous noise of rattling winches loading and unloading.