It has to be yellow cheddar. In other words, 'wrong' cheese. The bread has to be heavy,slightly moist brown bread, the kind found in almost deli, supermarket or cafe (the equivalent of a corner bodega). Butter on the bread, and then there has to be chutney. We had no Mrs Balls in the house, and my heart sank. But Mrs Viljoen had made many pots of Cape Chutney, heavy on the apricots, which is delicious. So that was lunch.
The glasses are Afrikaner kitsch, politically incorrect relics of the Border War into which my brothers were conscripted. Ondangwa is in northern Namibia, then South West Africa. South Africa did her best to keep the rightful rulers of SWA out of it, by maintaining and exercising a massive military presence on the border of Angola.
The beer, I'm very sorry to say, is Millers. It should be Castle. And I like Millers. It was what was in the fridge. Someone with more knowledge of beer culture can tell me what that says about me.