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Editorial | Matthew Crompton
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THE GHOST TOWN OF KOLMANSKOP, NAMIBIA
It’s not often that you can shoot amazing landscapes indoors, but the ghost town of Kolman-
skop, Namibia, is just that kind of place.
Matthew Crompton
The Namib Desert is relentless. On the drive into the little seaside port town of Lüderitz, sand- Award-winning writer, photographer
wiched between the South Atlantic Ocean and the high dunes, sand blows and drifts over the and general gadabout Matthew
highway like a scene from Mad Max, threatening to swallow it whole. Heavy equipment stands a Crompton has variously called
way off, waiting to push the voracious dunes from the road. Give the Namib a chance, and it will Seoul, Sydney and San Francisco
quickly reclaim anything that human hands have built. home, though he thinks that for
an experience of the natural world,
southern Africa is pretty hard to beat.
He enjoys metaphysics and outdoor
suffering (sometimes both at once),
The diamond mining ghost town of Kolmanskop, a collection of guage term, ‘Namib’ loosely translates as ‘immense’ or ‘vast and
and is currently in the coffee regions of
skeletal buildings a short way off that same highway, is a testament empty’, which might qualify as the geographic understatement of Colombia writing a book about a four-
to just that fact. Abandoned with structures and possessions largely the century. month bike packing journey through
intact by its inhabitants in a rush to a richer set of diamond fields to Tibet, China and Central Asia.
the south, for more than 60 years the Namib has been reclaiming Stretching for more than 2000km in a 200km-wide band spanning matthewcrompton.com
the town, the desert now as much a part of the buildings as it is a the country’s entire coastline, nothing defines Namibia more than
setting for them. this, the oldest and perhaps most spectacular desert in the world,
its 400,000 square kilometres of area almost completely uninhabit-
That the Namib Desert gave this southern African country its name ed.
is no mere coincidence. Taken from an indigenous Khoekhoe-lan-
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It’s important, though, to qualify that desert desolation found an unusually shiny stone while digging there and of penguin guano staining its offshore islands.
as almost complete, because, for all its arid forbidding showed it to his supervisor, August Stauch, a man long
dune seas and gravel plains, the Namib also contains on the lookout for the diamonds rumoured to be in the Driving through the gates of the town of Kolmanskop
something that would draw human beings to live and area, that the town as we now know it truly began. however on a sunny bluebird desert morning in January
toil eagerly in even the most forbidding environments on 2019, absolutely none of this is apparent. The guard
Earth: diamonds. Apart at that time of colonial German South West Africa desultorily checks my permit (the Prohibited Area of the
in the short-lived German Empire, with the discovery Sperrgebeit still holds to this day, though Kolmanskop is
The story of Kolmanskop, so told, began with Afrikaans of Lewala’s find there the German colonial government the cheap and easy exception to the rule – you can buy
Voortrekker Jani Kolman who, the ox-cart with which he quickly declared a 26,000 square kilometre ‘Prohibit- a tourist permit in Lüderitz for less than £5), and I roll
was travelling bogged in the sand, abandoned it there, ed Area’, the Sperrgebeit, cordoning off for diamond ahead and park in the shadow of the entrance building,
giving the town its name, ‘Kolman’s Hill’. Yet it wasn’t un- prospecting a vast corner of the country’s area that had keen not to return to a rental car in which the dash-
til 1908 when a railway worker named Zacharaias Lewala previous been known only for sand and the rich deposits board has literally boiled. There, blinking in the bright
early-morning sunlight the town resembles nothing
so much as a stage set, the shells of sun-bleached
German-colonial-style constructions standing empty
amongst the sweeps of wind-ridged golden sand.
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was home to 300 German adults and 40 of their children, allowed the occupants to improbably cultivate lush lawns They were often made to work at night, when diamonds
the town boasting its own school, hospital, bakery, post and gardens in the midst of one of the driest deserts on glittered in the moonlight and were easier to find, and to
office, casino, bowling alley and butchery – this last of Earth. wear special masks covering their faces as they worked
course also producing sausages for colonists missing the to prevent them swallowing any stones. They crawled
taste of home. There was an ice factory and a railway cir- The first-ever X-ray machine in southern hemisphere on all fours across the desert sands in organised lines,
cuit for the town as well, bringing each household a large was also installed in Kolmanskop, and though it likely plucking up any finds into jam jars. When their two-year
block of ice each morning as well as transporting the received some medical use here, its primary function contracts were up, and before the workers left, they
ladies of Kolmanskop down from their houses to do their reveals the dark side of this one-time diamond mining were given a powerful laxative and their stools strained
daily shopping. Regular parties and dances were held boomtown. The actual diamond extraction itself was in a search for any smuggled diamonds. And that X-ray
in a large ballroom that also doubled as a gymnasium performed not chiefly by German colonists but by some machine? It was used to scan the workers top to bottom,
with regular exercise classes; naturally, of course, there 800 native Owambo workers, living in dormitories on ensuring in the search that no diamonds had been con-
was also a swimming pool. Fresh water was shipped in two-year contracts the terms of which forbid them to cealed in healed-over wounds within their skin.
by rail from 120km away and stored in huge tanks that ever leave the settlement within that two-year period.
Yet even the immense mineral wealth here that com-
pelled the colonisers to mistreat their workers thus could
not last forever and indeed did not last for very long at
all. Though in 1912 the area produced nearly 12% of the
world’s total haul of diamonds (one million carats), after
World War I the prices of diamonds fell and, with re-
serves in the area becoming increasingly depleted by the
decades of ongoing mining, the residents of Kolmanskop
began to depart.
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Today in Kolmanskop, the hot sun rising toward its meridian in One day, I think, and perhaps not so long from now, this will all
the endless powder-blue sky, I walk with my camera across a be gone, buried, reclaimed; a sad but strangely beautiful medita-
human settlement that is reverting each day more and more tion on the nature of time. And as I stand there in the half-buried
completely into desert, strolling past structures now buried to room I can almost feel the force of time flowing like an invisible
their rooflines, the tracks of small rodents and even hyenas, river all around me. A current as old as the Earth and older, flow-
which scavenge here amongst the desolation, visible in the ing ever onward, washing away and away and away once again
undulating smooth-ridged sandscapes. Inside a lonely outbuilding all that we have ever built, until the photos are all that remain.
on the north-east edge of the town I note the posted warning of
‘Unstable Ceilings’ and climb a large slope of drifted sand that
covers a doorway almost to its lintels, entering the nearly sealed-
off room beyond.
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