Nobody believes me when I say that the 80 days thing is a coincidence. But it is.
We leave the day after Isabel's last exam and return the day before the first full day of school. 80 days.
Actually from take off to touch down at Winnipeg International is 79 days and 20 hours, but door to door from our house... precisely 80 days.

And a bit about the backstory. In 1993 after three years in veterinary practice Lorraine and I quit our jobs and backpacked around the world for eight months, doing everything from living in a cave in Greece (a very nice cave mind you) to camel trekking across the Rajastani desert to celebrating Christmas in Hong Kong to island hopping in Thailand to volcano climbing in Indonesia to living with a family in Samoa to... well, the list does go on and on. Everyone said, "Wow, that was the trip of a lifetime!" To which we responded, "Nooo! It can't be the only time we do that! It just can't be." We swore we would do something similar again when we had kids. It's 22 years later. Isabel is 13. Alexander is 10.
It's time.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Days 29 - 31 Not Eaten

No, we have not been eaten by lions or crocodiles or leopards. Nor have we been  trampled by rhinos or elephants or Cape buffalo. We have, however, entered the zone of little or no wi-fi, little or no cell service and even little or no means to charge our phones. We are in the African bush. Botswana yesterday, Namibia today and then Botswana again tomorrow as we nip back and forth along the wild borderlands of the Caprivi Strip. This is why there have been no blog posts and why there will probably be none for a few more days, and why some of you who might have expected emails haven't gotten any. I'm tapping this out in my tent using a dodgy Namibian SIM card to the sounds of hippos grunting in the nearby Okavango river while Alexander sleeps quietly next to me.

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