Revenge of the Namibian desert poodle
Thursday, March 15th, 2007Well, back I am, sort of… amazing what some 2.5°C body temperature above average and some food out and no food in for two days can do with you: 24 hours to go from a healthy adult to a wreck.
But, lucky me, I am somewhat tough and like phoenix I resurrected and survived the revenge of the Namibian desert poodle , or the revenge of the lesser or greater kudu (dried from: Biltong, yummie!!) or some breach in the cool chain of my flight food on Swiss.
Well be it: I am rising again and in all my agony yesterday, leaning over my coffin, I registered again for the gym after a 2 years break. Because I decided a few things while travelling 3500 km within Namibia, the gym is one of these issues, to get rid of a few extra pounds and do something for my back and have enough energy to pour all those bottles.
Which brings me to the end of this post, written with somewhat shaky fingertips, the next couple of days will see us bottling lots of rĂªverie samples and bottles….


and many soldiers falling on foreign ground
on to the first camp site
beautiful nights under a dark sky
after spectacular sunsets
dunes
and more dunes
and lots of animals, like these seals, sleeping in the sun
birds, building nests
strange plants like the welwitchia
many blooming after the rain
in all colours
thanks to lots of rain
that enters tents if you don’t close them
a simple life…with hot showers in the bush
Greetings