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 47 The Adventures of Hotdogman

It's time to introduce you to Hotdogman. He came into our lives in the international transit zone of Perth airport on the long multistage flight from Bali to Zimbabwe. Through the first two weeks of our African  adventure he remained silent, deep inside Alexander's bag. Then suddenly, without warning and for reasons I cannot understand, let alone explain, in the Namib Desert he chose to emerge and begin to participate. In a manner of speaking.
Here he is in the dunes and salt pans of Sousevlei and (unwisely) in the middle of an African road.

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