A few years ago we were living in London. We booked months in advance to go round the open section of Buckingham Palace. I was working in travel and a guest house owner in Otjiwarongo in Namibia asked me if I could promote the town in the UK. I had to see the place first and so it was arranged that during the July holidays we would travel to Otjiwarongo.
I will never forget the day we went sightseeing. Starting with a short drive to a farm where the farmer had a canyon which was a mini Grand Canyon. We arrived at around 8.30 and the farmers wife offered us breakfast. 'Oh no of course not,' we said, 'that would be too much trouble'. So she offered us lighter food and when she said 'muffins' I had this vision of a Marks and Spencer packet in the fridge and a few muffins being placed in the microwave. So I said yes please.
I was busy chatting to the host and the farmer and didn't notice what was happening in the kitchen until the most delicious smell of muffins baking in the wood fired stove (there was no electricity at that time) came wafting through. There were no ready bought muffins ready to be whisked from freezer to microwave, in fact it was a freshly mixed home made recipe. Needless to say when they were ready they were absolutely delicious.
The morning was fascinating: a goats cheese factory, a factory where linen and towels were being made and embroidered by the local ladies, a walk through the canyon and finally, the most thrilling, terrifying experience. The farmer had on his property a rock which is a mini Ayers Rock. He drove us up to the top of the rock in his bakkie (pick-up) and then down again. It was absolutely sheer. Going down was more scary than going up. But it was an experience we will never forget.
So what does this have to do with Buckingham Palace? Well, the tickets we had booked were for the week after we returned to London. August was summer but for an hour we shuffled our way through the queue in freezing rain to get in. Eventually we were in and handed in our coats and umbrellas. Then we shuffled our way through the various apartments which were open to the public. The rooms are grand and impressive but we didn't exactly see the private apartments where the family lives. It was only the public areas. Within an hour it was over. Then we were in the shop.
It was a very expensive day and all we had done was shuffled through and looked at things. I think that as more and more people have been there and done that, more and more people want soft adventure and real experiences. You want to feel you are a traveller doing something fresh, not just one of a crowd being herded through a sausage machine.
Of course there are some experiences which you don't mind sharing with 10 000 people in a day but if you can find peace and tranquility and be one of a very few participating how much more amazing is it? This is one of the most alluring aspects of Africa. You see the real thing not just the showroom.