Footprints Accommodation, Swakopmund a review

My family of four recently vacationed in Swakopmund. Somewhat tired from the four-hour drive, with my toddler hanging in my arm and my relieved eldest child on my heals, we walked into the Footprints Bead and Breakfast.

“Jesus our Saviour,” hangs prominently to the wall on the right.

The B&B was named and the decorative theme takes after the popular Christian poem, “Footprints in the sand”

If you are not familiar with this poem, it’s worth reading.

Beach murals decorate the walls, while little scripture verses can be found all around. The rooms all come with a bible. As a Christian, this was something that struck me.

Located walking distance from the new Mal, in Swakopmund, Namibia – this B&B has a relaxed atmosphere. The staff where friendly, the rooms where clean, and the food was good.

We were booked into one of their family rooms. This room came with a double bed and a bunk bed for our two children. The bunk bed was located in an adjacent room to the main room, which was fitted with a TV, fridge, microwave, two-plate mini stove and built-in kitchen cupboards. There was also some basic cutlery and tableware.

The bathroom came with a shower, toilet, washbasin, and built-in cupboards for your clothing.
What’s more, we were given access to the wifi, which comes included with the price of the room.

The room we were in did not come with a ceiling fan, however, the staff was happy to provide us with a free-standing one, when we asked.

Breakfast can be enjoyed on their roof-top terrace, which has an ocean view. The menu consists of two different types of omelette, your basic eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, yoghurt, serials, and fruit. By prior arrangement, Dinner can also be served, if there is enough request, therefore. My only concern were the many stairs to the rooftop terrace, which necessitated I keep a watchful eye on my very active toddler.

Footprints had a not to be missed special. This included a scenic trike drive through Swakopmund. My toddler was laughing gleefully as the cool Swakopmund air blew in our face, while fellow traffic users stared at us in amusement. When not included in the special, this drive can be arranged with the management of Footprints.

It was my first stay with them, and I’m happy to recommend them to others. I will most definitely return in the future.

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A roof over my head. Transformation of home versus soul

Converting a dusty old storeroom, into a livable flat is quite the task. But after the fire, it was the only building left standing which we could transform. So, we set out to work. First, we needed to knock down some walls. Break-in some windows, so the air can circulate. Build walls where none were before. Clean. Clean. Clean, some more.
It’s been a lengthy, physically demanding process.

It reminds me of the spiritual transformation we undergo when we decide to hand our life to the Lord, Jesus.
He will rearrange our priorities. He knocks down the strongholds to make sure there are doorways, so He can move around freely.  He changes us, inside first. He sanctifies us, that is He cleanses our soul. Clean. Clean. Clean, an ongoing process.

Bokkie’s latest project was to insert a ceiling into this flat. Where there was previously only a roof, there is now an extra layer. Insulation which typically a ceiling provides keeps the temperatures inside a home more constant.

It’s something we can also see Jesus do when he moves into the temple which is our body. Suddenly, we are no longer such hotheads, or we become more wake-up, passionate, active. It depends on which edge of the spectrum we found ourselves in. This transformation is different in each person.

Summer is back in full shine. When you stand outside, you feel like you are inside a hot stove. It makes me grateful for the extra layer. It reminds me that the year-end is almost upon us. Assessing what the year has brought, which projects I’ve abandoned, what was just too overwhelming in the face of it all.
Thankfully,  Jesus never abandons the projects he starts. He loves us and has a plan for the life of each one of us. He doesn’t get overwhelmed. That’s all just us. Sometimes it’s hard when walls need to be smashed in.

He knows that in some of us, to become who we are destined to be, our rooms need to be rearranged. This world leaves most of us with scars, misconceptions, and preconceptions. Unhealthy patterns need to be addressed.  Just like you may need to patch your home walls with some putty, wounds in our temple need healing.
Admittedly, at this point, I would have liked to show you a picture of our new ceiling. Alas, a ceiling is a ceiling. It’s not very photogenic. And, it’s also not something you notice when you walk into a home. The absence of it is however very pronounced.

Frequently that is how we are. We hardly notice all the good stuff, but let some of that stuff be missing! Like running water, food, … So many things to say thank you for.

While all this reconstruction is sometimes painful, ultimately it’s what sets us free, just like these beautiful wild horses.

God’s not done with you. You are a work in progress. This story is still being written.

A clean slate. Clearing away the rubble, into a new day

“So far, so good,” my text editor tells me. I’m staring at a blank screen. Without words, there are no errors for the text editor to find.

A year ago, in the space where once was our main farm-home, a heap of rubble poked me in the eye.

When I first came there after the fire, before the walls had fallen, I could almost imagine my mother-in-law stepping out of the front door. Greeting us, as she had always done. I can still feel her soft embrace, I can still see the silent sparkle in her eye at our arrival.

When you stepped into the burnt down house, the walls crumbled at a mere touch. So, we hit the whole thing down, and then slowly started removing the rubble.

We needed a space to put down our head, so we concentrated on converting the outside storeroom into a livable flat. Bokkie and a few of our relatives took to the task of building a toilet, a shower and knocking doorways through the walls to convert it into one livable space. They then  punched two holes into what would be the kitchen. This would be the windows, which we eventually put in.

Kneading the window-putty in my hands, trying to get it all neat and tidy. But still, rubble every time I walked out of the front door. Neither neat nor tidy, a constant reminder.

Of cause, this all took place in a timeframe of over a year. And I’m leaving out the bit where we are still dealing with day-to-day work stress in town. I’m leaving out the bits where Bokkie had to fight a field fire. I’m leaving out the bits where some of our livestock got slaughtered, and where some of our assets got stolen. I’m leaving out a bunch of other bits too. Too many.

How do we get by in such adversity?

We get up in the morning and put one foot in front of the other. We keep telling ourselves tomorrow it will look better. And if it doesn’t, we wake up and try again the next day.

There was a week or perhaps a couple of them, back there in 2018, when every time I switched on my favorite radio station, this song would be playing:

“You’re gonna be okay…, put one foot in front of the other…, just follow the light in the darkness.”

And while it often seems like I’m walking through the valley of the shadow of death, and the night is forever closing in, I keep praying. I’ve given up trying to do it on my own. I look out into the future, where I see the rain watering our drought scorched land, and country.

Slowly, day by day, the broken bricks, dust and burnt down scrap, are now almost gone. I feel a glimmer of hope. A clean canvas. A new page.

“So far, so good.” My text editor is waiting to see what words I will type next.

About Namibia

Namibia, perhaps you’ve never heard of it. Or maybe like the American president, (you know the one with the fake hair), you even miss-pronounce it, ”Nambia”…. It is: Nam-i-bi-a. If you are not in the know, here is a little more information about our beautiful country.

“Namibia, Land of the brave” that is how our National anthem starts. It goes on to “freedom fight we have won” referring back to the struggle for National liberty against the South African Apartheid Regime. We celebrate our independence on 21 March (1990)


Namibia that is a country in the southwestern part of Africa. It is north to South Africa.

Namibia is considered a Desert country, with the vast Namib-Desert stretching along the western coastline. The Atlantic Ocean is our most Western Neighbor, bringing with it the cold waters of the Benguela stream. Our coast is known to be one of the harshest in the world a section thereof has notoriously been dubbed: “Skeleton Coast”, because of the many shipwrecks. If sailors made it to shore, they faced the harsh Namib Desert ….. And well, it’s called Skeleton Coast for a reason.

In our eastern part, you will find the Kalahari Desert, which stretches into our neighboring countries, Botswana and South Africa. It is a beautiful place.

To the North, you will find some “forests” (semi-forest area) while the northeastern part is the least dry part of the country. Our northern neighbors are Angola, Zambia, and Zimbabwe. That strip of land sticking out like a strange sock is called the Caprivi strip.


Our National Flag has in the top left corner a sun. Yes, obviously for the abundant sunshine (life and energy). But each triangle on that sun represents one of the national tribes/cultures. This is a multicultural society. Our national language is English (British), while the slang many of us speak is referred to as Namlish. Most of us are multilingual. I can speak three languages. And like a true Namibian, I have Nam Slang full of flavor, in each of these. Don’t worry, I’ll create a Nam-Slang dictionary as I go along.

Interesting facts on the animal and plant life (fauna and flora):

Namibia is rich in wildlife. It is a huge tourist attraction. We have one of the largest animal parks the Etosha National Park. It is home to the big five (lion, rhino, elephant, leopard, and Buffalo). We also have a huge Variety of other animals, many of which are endangered, such as the Cheetah and the Mountain Zebra.

The Namib Desert is home to one of the oldest plants in the world the Welwitschia, which is over two thousand years old.


Namibia has a vibrant business, mining, and farming sector. Some of our larger exports are Diamonds, Uranium, and other precious metals. We also export meat (beef & mutton) and fish.

Most of our comedies are however imported, making life expensive. Namibian properties are ranked the fifth most expensive in the world and unfortunately, our personal income does not match that, not for the average Namibian anyway.

The Namibian Dollar is 1: 1 with the South African Rand, on which our currency is based. That still means that on a good day we need to pay N$10 for 1 US$. While the Euro and the Pound are even more expensive. I don’t always check the exchange rates.

I hope this has given you some insight into my world and has saved you the trip to Wikipedia.

This is the kind of sunset we get here: