Cayman Islands

sunset from lion's head

Cape Town to Namibia – 4147km in 7 days

Often in life, I am overwhelmed by this strange wave of excitement. It’s as if it enters through my eyes and travels through my veins to make my fingertips tickle. It’s a toe-curling bum-tickling joy that hits me like a caffeine trip. Makes me smile. Makes me want to live. Makes me yearn to run up mountains. Swim in the ocean. Eat a zebra.

Two weeks ago, my sister, who had been living in the Cayman Islands for 15 months, finally returned home, just a couple of days before I came back from Italy. It would be less than a week before she had to leave again to travel to Windhoek for a friend’s wedding. By car? Roadtrip? Cross-country roadtrip? I invited myself. I also accidentally got invited to the wedding in the end. Visited our long-lost cousin in Swakopmund. Saw my gran.  Ate too much biltong. Drank my fair share of wine. And Tafel Lager. And Jägermeister…

I saw the sun set over the desert. Discovered the source of a rainbow. Crossed the Tropic of Capricorn. Recreated my mother’s wedding photo in the Windhoek Botanical Gardens. Laughed ‘til my guts hurt. Reconnected with family. Crawled up Dune 7. Almost rode a camel.