Flamingo February 2005  Text and photos Tim Osborne Welcome to Namibia! Driving here is unlike driving anywhere else, because of the high number of gravel roads. If you’re driving on a gravel road, you’ll more than likely run into a gate stretched across it, usually where stock fences from camps (paddocks) cross it. Prior to independence, the South African government gave farmers the option to install subsidised cattle grids in place of the gates, but many farmers were too thrifty to pay the fee required and the gates thus remained. When first installed, the gates had to meet a standard, but due to wear and tear over time, many of the thousands of gates crossing district roads have worn out. Now, if you’re anything like my wife, who is not exactly mechanically inclined, the first challenge when opening a gate is to figure out which side the hinge is on. At the local farmers’ association meeting my wife was talking to other wives about her problem of not even knowing which side of the gate to begin the endeavour of opening it. She found that most of them had the same problem of ‘farm-gate dyslexia’. Naturally, it is invariably the husband who drives and the poor wife who has to figure out the gate system. Once she’s mastered the hinge, she has to determine how the gate is latched. Now, if there are a thousand gates, there are a thousand different kinds of latches. Some hook around the gatepost, others slip over it and still others are wired to it. The ones that slip over are often not long enough to slide all the way over, so she stands there trying to stretch the wire, which, of course, is impossible. She finally realises that she has to lift the gate up for the wire to clear the top of the post. While a three-metre wide gate weighs only twenty kilograms, a five-metre gate with lots of boards hanging on it to prevent small stock from climbing through, or doubled to keep game inside, might weigh up to 59 kilograms. Invariably the gate that weighs the most will have a broken hinge, necessitating you to lift the entire gate up before opening it. Occasionally you run into novel ways to overcome gate repair. In the photo above the hinge was broken, but the old bicycle wheel helped drag the gate through the sand. On many of the gates, when the hinges are broken or missing, they are simply fastened to the post with wire. This is usually indicated by the road having a deep groove caused by the plowing action of the bottom of the gate. Unfortunately, symptomatic of her gate dyslexia, my wife cannot always remember how she unlatched the gate, and after closing it has to figure out from scratch how to latch it again. The worst gates to encounter are the back-slammers, named thus because once the locking mechanism is released, you had better stand back, or the tension on the gate will bring the pole flying straight into you. These are home-made gates with short poles held together by wire strands. The hinge end is wired to a post and the latch end has a short pole kept in place by a wire loop at the bottom. At the top is either another wire loop around the pole or a short stick wired to the post and then stretched around the pole and held in place by a small wire loop. First you have to slide the small loop off the short stick and then stand back and let go the stick. The tension in the gate is often quite high. Loose gates let cattle through, so most gates are kept stretched tight. The important thing is not to stand in front of the pole! Fortunately, in Namibia the gates are made of plain wire. In Nevada, USA they are often made of barbed wire! When confronted by a back-slammer, my wife lets me open it. You might be unfortunate enough to run across a set of double gates set three metres apart as part of a corridor system. Gates often swing only in one direction, and trying to figure out the right combination can be tricky. Fortunately these gates are often near cattle kraals and children of workers suddenly appear to open them. My wife is always happy to contribute to the local economy when children open the gates. We used to live on a farm that had nine gates between the main house and the tar road. After we bought our own farm, I promised my wife she would only have to open one gate. So we now have cattle grids at both ends of the farm