A New Day

“ Think small, inconspicuous and less than attractive thoughts ”, I repeated to myself, as I leaned in close to the truck door. After my l...

As I left the hostel behind, I swung my pack onto my back for the last time on the road. Keetmanshoop was a small town and acted only as a...

My journal entries got longer and more verbose as the days went by. It was to be expected I suppose, as I spent most of my days alone. It ...

I couldn’t resist. I slipped my shoes off so that I could wiggle my toes in the sand. It was delicious and extremely therapeutic for my ac...

Dear Grandpa; You lead a full and satisfying life. To you, three daughters were born, and have since gone on to do you proud. They pre...

The day dawned on my first full day in Swakopmund. I was anxious to get in contact with relatives back home, so found a phone as soon as I...

I was never so happy as to touch solid ground in Swakopmund. I had no urge to look back at the truck that had carried me across the desert...

The happiness I felt at rolling along again was sadly short lived. While I received the luxury of sitting in the front seat, I quickly fou...

***APOLOGIES: *** As I began writing the next section of my tale, I realized that I made a mistake in my timeline (for those of you who h...

After driving through Rundu and Grootfontein, we ended up in Tsumeb, where I spent another night on the ground under chilly cloudless skie...

Dear Victoria Falls; home of temptation, excitement and over-indulgence to the extreme. I loved you with all that you represented, but had...