At the age of 22 years I arrived at my first destination, Windhoek, in Namibia-then called South West Africa.
Storm over Windhoek
The plane from Johnnesburg overflew the vast expanses of the Kalahari desert before descending into to the neat, very German looking
town surrounded by barren hills.
I started at the Grand Hotel as a cook but was shortly after promoted to head chef, a position I held for nearly three years.
At that time, the Grand was the best hotel in Namibia. Two restaurants, outside catering, and continuous functions presented quite a
challenge for myself and the kitchen staff of 14.
Serving Franz J.Strauß in the Grand Hotel, Windhoek
Some of the highlights of this job included: catering for 900 guests on the occasion of the opening of the new Windhoek Airport; and
catering for the opening of the Halali Tourist Lodge in the Etosha National Park. This task involved providing a luxurious breakfast,
lunch buffet, and six course dinner for 250 guest-some 500 kilometres distant from our base-a logistic nightmare, but one that turned
out to be a great success.
After leaving the" Grand" I joined up with a professional hunter, preparing sumpteous meals in the bush of the Kalahari and in the
Okavango delta, for wealthy big game hunters.
My talent for improvisation was most useful at that time, cooking over camp fires, days away from the nearest settlements .