That was embarrassing at times. The hunters paid DM1500,- per day for food and accomodation for just staying at the farm, vehicles, guides, rifles, and trophy cost extra. As the word went around, they liked to sit around my fire, and eat my food, but paid like hell to the farm. What should I do? I just played dumb and thick skinned.

After all, I do make the worlds best gulash, as I have been assured by a chef from a cruise liner. Names of visitors are long forgotten, but Susi stuck with me for most of the project, in the end, her business, and the 400km from the coast to Windhoek were too much. We are still good friends. She was a super girl, 21 years younger, from Germany, but she became a real bushman.