so, i’m in the back me a landrover type vehicle on my way back to okahandja from my site visit when the driver slams on the breaks. namibian drivers generally suck, so since this is standard practice i did not think much about it other than i’d be stuck for another two hours with this guy without a seatbelt. but, instead of resuming his quest to top speed, he actually came to a complete stop. if i weren’t traveling with other volunteers, this would have been the moment where i would begin to plan my exit strategy. instead, i looked up through the windsheild and there in the middle of
the road was a GIRAFFE. yes, a (expletive) giraffe. you’ve got deer, i’ve got giraffes.
