Went in to town to try and see about getting the car fixed. We found the recommended mechanic and he agreed that it sounded like the fuel pump, but he couldn't take us today. Searching the tool box we find that we have a spare fuel pump and decide to go back to the camp and drop the gas tank and replace the pump ourselves - we are not to excited by this, but the other option is to wait three days. Before heading back we decide to get breakfast and look around town some. Stopped by the internet cafe (Lüderitz has one!) but the guy running it was clueless and the server kept on going down. Went by the Goerke Hause, a beautiful blue colonial house that sits above the town. It's a museum now, but it was closed. While we were standing outside looking around a guy comes out in his ranger uniform. After talking to him about his old Land Rover a few minutes Margaret thinks to ask him if he know a good Landie mechanic. He says the guy who takes care of his six (!) is very good, and drives us down to talk to him. The mechanic is supposed to be closed, but our new friend arranges to have him meet us at his garage at two. We have a couple hours to kill so we wander in to the seediest local bar we can find and hang out drinking very cheap beer and watching Dean and Craig get worked on the pool table.
The mechanic looks like the missing link in a garage jumpsuit, but he does seem to know what he's doing and after thirty minutes of poking around agrees that it's the fuel pump. Taking the fuel line off the carburetor the amount of fuel going in is just a trickle. Next five hours is spent in the garages yard watching the tank get pulled, the old pump disabled, the new pump welded on, and testing it. In theory now we should have no more problems! Have a beer with the two mechanics then pay the bill (for two mechanics and a helper for five hours: 500 N$, ~US$80).
We'd bought some beers and ice and were going to have diner at the campsite, but when we got back the wind was howling way to hard to imagine trying to cook outside. So we watched the sunset and the headed back into town for a quick diner. Diner with way to many beers, led to a nightclub with way to many more beers. There were only a few people in the nightclub, and after about an hour I decided that I'd had enough and staggered out to the car to sleep. Got back to the campsite shortly after two - so much for a quick diner - and crawled into bed.
