Today was my last day of teaching for Term 1.
Let me clarify. I am required to be at school until April 24th.
However, the next 19 days will be dedicated to proctoring and marking exams, as
well as a lot of sitting around and twiddling your thumbs. Or so I have gathered
from my coworkers.
Regardless, I can say that I am happy to be finished with
lesson planning and grading homework assignments for the next month or so. Yes,
yes I am.
Now, last weekend was Easter weekend. A four-day weekend. So
what does one do on a four-day weekend in Namibia?
Head to the coast.
Thank. God.
I truly did not realize how much I missed the ocean and less
dusty air until we were cruising down the Western coast of Namibia, the road hugging
that beautiful blue.
Sentimentality aside, we arrived in Swakopmund, beach town
and home to many wonderous things. Like real stores and seafood and bars. Oh,
my.
Day one went like this. Our friend and driver on this
weekend bender, Louis, asked Ashley and I if we wanted to go ride his quad
around on the dunes.
Obviously we did.
I even got to drive in a straight line on flat ground for
about 30 seconds. I’m pretty sure I will be going pro soon.
This outing was followed by a few drinks and the question,
“Do you girls want to go skydiving?”
Why is that even a question?
So, this happened.
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| Look at them nostrils. |
Skydiving was awesome. That’s an insipid and generic thing
to say, but it was.
However, I think I have some sort of adrenaline deficiency
because not only was I completely calm
for the entire ride up and fall down, the first thing out of my mouth when the
parachute opened was not “THAT WAS SO
COOL,” it was “Hey, what was that bit of weird red colored land that I saw on
the way up?” My instructor and I then had an educational conversation about
where they make salt.
Like I said. I think I need to throw myself out of a plane without a parachute to get those
butterflies. Still, so much fun and totally worth the money. Thumbs up.
The rest of the weekend was a blur of good food, fun people,
jumping around in the ocean, and das boot (If you don’t know what that is, I’m
not going to explain it. It’s very undignified. But you can peek at the background of the photo on the right.)
The ride back to Opuwo was long and hot, as I was smooshed
in between Louis and Ashley on a mattress on the center consol in the cab of
the bakkie.
That was a lot of prepositions.
And I just felt compelled to make you circle them all.
I obviously need a break from teaching.
Uhh…well leave it at that. Much love to all y’all! And happy
belated Easter!
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