John Ekongo
I do have to admit that Waterberg is quite a magnificent place. Such beauty tucked away in plateau corny shape mountainous area.
That can spur the romanticism in any one, as for me Dina and our boss, it was one night worth noting. Not romantically, no chance. Tate Mvula, you be rest assured I am keeping my hands to myself.
Anyway, after a longish drive to the park, and settling in, we comfortably made our way to the German-inspired architectural fort-like restaurant, all built in solid oak, lime and quarry stone.
Like Tate Sylvester Black said, “the place has character”. With our rumbling tummies and hunger pangs, to have dinner in such an environment would be ideal.
The time was 20h30, nothing could go wrong – the aura was electrifying inside the restaurant. By 21h30, we had not been offered a menu and the waiter seemed not to know where the tables and the kitchen were. So I grabbed one waiter and pleaded for a menu – sometimes as a customer you just have to swallow your pride.
“Can I have your order please?” that was at exactly 22h15, almost two hours after we took our places. In a squeaky voice Dina goes, “I will take the Arabian lamb chops served with chips and crisp veggies please.” Arabian lamb, ok, I thought. My boss Miss Penda notes the spelling ‘???_?_’???_?’???_?