Here’s the thing about Meob Bay – for most of the last century, you couldn’t just go there. It sat inside the Sperrgebiet, the forbidden zone, locked up tight behind permits and checkpoints. No tour operators, no concession holders, none of that. If you weren’t connected to the mine, you weren’t getting anywhere near it….
Before it was ever a fishing spot, Meob Bay was a work site. Hard to picture now, standing there with nothing but wind and gulls for company, but a hundred years back this coastline was crawling with prospectors chasing one thing – diamonds. It kicked off in 1908, up near Lüderitz. A railway worker called…
Ask any old-timer at the Club about Meob Bay and sooner or later someone brings up the coins. Little copper discs, washed up on the beach after a big blow, worn smooth but still readable if you knew what you were looking at. “VOC” stamped into them. Vereenigde Oos-India Companjie. Turns out there’s a proper…
