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.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Day 45 Dune

"Isabel, don't!" She kept running, preparing to jump off the edge. "Isabel!! Don't!!" Too windy? Too far? Too annoying? For whatever reason my words had no effect. She jumped. Jumped off one of the world's highest dunes, 150 m down a near vertical slope. But it was fine, and apparently fun. Apparently extremely fun.

People come to Namibia for the wildlife and the tribes and the coast, but perhaps as much as anything they come for this, the dunes of Sousevlei and beyond. A landscape like no other on earth. Like a moon of Jupiter.

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