Away
I’m going on holiday.
Yes.
Again.
This time I’m going to the little pan-handly bit that sticks out of the top right hand corner of Namibia. Apparently there be dragons. Well, elephants, anyway. I’m off to see some friends.
The bus journey is 15 hours, and it starts at 6pm. I will probably be placed next to the toilet, as usually happens on long distance bus journeys.
Actually, last time I was on a journey anywhere near this long was in Cambodia. I got on the bus to Siem Reap in Bangkok, confident in the expectation that while the touted journey time of 4 hours was a little ambitious, it couldn’t possibly take longer than 6. I spent the following 17 hours on a bus with a bunch of singing Swiss, and when they weren’t warbling, Khmer bands doing translated covers of Elton John and Boyzone drifted softly into my waiting ears.
I have high hopes for this journey.