Hey guys, Meredith posted this one too:
We reached the Namibian border in the dark, never our first choice for entering a foreign country, but it proved to painless. And beautiful.
We then drove 500m to a campsite and hunkered down.
Camping is the ideal World Race way to end 9 hours of driving. There were a few things I noticed while driving through Botswana. First the cows and donkeys here are more plentiful than birds and for some reason enjoy “grazing” on the road (just ask a white-knuckled Kim).
Second, instead of deer being the roadside highlight, we saw warthogs.
And third, instead of the rare moose or bear to be excited about, we were surprised by ostrich.
We followed the Trans-Kalahari Highway all the way into Windhoek (Dutch; Vind-hoe-k) and did what any twenty-somethings would do: tried to take a tour of the Windhoek Brewery. No such luck. They were booked through next week. Must be one heckuva tour, eh?
Me and Tree (I love this beautiful tree!)
Having no plans and asking the Lord proved to be difficult for us once we reached a location and didn’t know what to do next.
Checking out the map
After a few tense minutes, okay like 52 tense minutes, we prayed again and decided to call up The Cardboard Box, a hostel in Windhoek. We showed up there, set up our tents in their sandy camping arena in the back…
And then we met Gracie.
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