I know. It’s been two weeks since my last post and you’ve been on the edge of your seat waiting for my next update. You can stop holding your breath now. It’s been a busy few weeks and that’s why I’ve been working hard this weekend to serve up a few fresh entries that I hope you come back to devour in their piping hot glory.
At the moment, I’m home for Thanksgiving. I think most of us can agree that no matter how badly we want to leave by the end of a long weekend, the first few days bring a familiar sensation of nostalgia: home-cooking, my favorite fuzzy slippers, my old bed and this monstrosity:
Not just the typical hot water thermos, but one with a panoramic view of the hot water gauge.
People have asked me about my worst experiences while traveling. My answer has always revolved around the few times I’ve been cold. First, because I am a climatically-challenged bowl of weak sauce and I freeze easily. Second, because the moments I’ve been cold have been the times that I’ve felt completely vulnerable and stripped of warmth, a basic necessity.
And where you do you find warmth? Home. Especially one with hot water and good views.
Maybe it’s the fact that I got ample sleep this weekend or that I checked off a few things on my to-do list, but today feels like an especially fresh start to a productive week. My friend sent me this video and I thought I’d share my sickeningly positive sentiments of traveling a little higher, aspiring a little further and seeing things from a fresh angle.
Time lapse video of photos taken the crew on International Space Station
Today’s Thing A day is one of the best pieces of advice I’ve heard in a while. It’s from a presentation I saw recently when one of the speakers interjected and said: “the thing that you do in your spare time… that’s what you should do as a career.”
Tucked somewhere between the endless dunes of the southern Namib Desert is Sossussvlei, a clay pan where water collects the few times flash floods take over. That’s where we were headed when we left our blessed rental car to trek this:
People, not bugs.
A photo worthy of a caption like "through the sands of time" or "as the hourglass turns." I might have borrowed that from Days of our Lives.
Taking a break on Dune 45, so called because it's 45 meters from the entrance at Sesriem Gate.
Interpretative tree dance
World's strongest man and groupie back-up dancers.
I’m behind on my posts. Last week’s work/sans-sleep/work schedule did me in but this week promises to be a fresh start. So here it is, part one of my trip from southern Namibia to beginnings of the Namib Desert: a little patch of sand also known as the oldest desert in the world.
The worst part about having no cops, no lights, no speed limits? Dirt roads that keep you flying at 40 mph.
I'm somewhere between a guitar and a bongo drum. I'm serious about the bongo drum.
Driving in darkness, ditches, dirt roads and cows.
Dinner. I think it got a four star Michelin rating.
The fun part about pitching a tent in the dark is the morning after.
Ah. So this is where we pitched our tent.
Tune in folks for tomorrow’s episode of the journey north.