06 April 2013
After our delicious breakfast at the Shalom Farmers’ Market, we waved goodbye to Aunty Christa, and then returned onto the B2 highway to Windhoek. Along the way, I couldn’t help but notice the carpets of pretty yellow flowers all along the roadside.
“They are so beautiful!” I cried. “I wish I could lie down in their midst!”
Reggie gave me a horrified look, and exclaimed, “No, Flat Kathy, I don’t think you do!”
“Why not?” I asked, bewildered. “Do you think I will squash them?”
“No, that’s not the problem, Flat Kathy,” chuckled Richard who was driving. “We all know you are very light-weight.”
“Thank you,” I said, relieved. “I thought perhaps I had put on some weight with all this good food we’ve been eating.”
“I’ll pull over for you, Flat Kathy,” offered Richard. “So you can lie down among the pretty yellow flowers.”
At the next big patch of yellow flowers, Richard pulled off to the side of the road, and placed me carefully in the midst of the flowers.
“OW!” I cried. “What are these?!”
Reggie tiptoed carefully through the field of flowers to rescue me. We stood next to the car, and Reggie showed me the soles of her sandals. They were covered in spiky thorns!
“Ouch!” I said. “Where do those come from?”
“The flowers are called Morgensterne in German, or morning stars in English… Their biological name is Tribulus terrestris. Namibians call them duwweltjies, or little devils, because they have thousands of sharp pointed spikes,” explained Reggie, holding up her foot, so that Richard could carefully remove all the thorns from the soles of her sandals. “They hurt like hell if you walk over them, and they embed themselves into your bare feet. We definitely don’t want to get them inside the car!”
“Duwweltjies…” I repeated, trying to remember the word.
“They always appear at the roadside after there has been good rain,” elaborated Richard, tackling Reggie’s other foot. “They look pretty, but you certainly wouldn’t want to walk across them barefoot!”
I agree! Beware those pretty yellow flowers, my friends!