LETTER FROM Neuras
When you sit on the big cement stoep at my brother’s farmhouse, Windhoek is directly behind you. My brother and I can disagree about this for hours. He’ll say it’s more to the right, to that side of the mountain, and I’ll say no, it’s more to the left.
Neuras is one of Namibia’s handful of wine farms. When you’re there, you have a hard time determining direction, mainly because the farm is
