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.

Friday, August 7, 2015

Day 46 Namibophile

I made that word up, but it does roll off the tongue nicely, doesn't it? By way of making conversation people will often ask the traveler what his favorite place was. This is of course usually unanswerable. In my case though, if pressed I would blurt out Namibia. So far at least. 

One thing that is special about Namibia is that it is the world's second least densely populated country (Mongolia is number one, Canada is around 8th) and it shows. Previously I wrote about the extteme emptiness of the Australian Outback. In doing so I painted myself into a rhetorical corner which makes it hard to describe how much even emptier most of Namibia is. Not only devoid of any sign of the hand of man, but entirely pre-human, primeval. For hundreds of kilometers you are treated to sweeping views of the raw earth with mineral fragments small and huge strewn about and the land riven with odd straight spines of irregular dark stone, looking very much like the crumbling walls of a forgotten civilisation. Mountains, perhaps unnamed, rise abruptly from parking lot flat plains on horizons further than any I have ever seen. This is all deeply impressive.

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