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Windhoek

So we arrived in Windhoek today after the longest travel period of my life. I wanted to jump out of the third plane! But I was able to realize just how immense this continent is. From Ethiopia to Windhoek, I thought it would take like 3 or 4 hours to fly. Nope. It was nearly 7. Beautiful scenery and a lot of huuuuuuge lakes that I thought were the ocean. Those really threw me off directionally because I knew we weren't going over an ocean and yet I couldn't see the end of it. I loved the green valleys and bushes and the bright red, dirt roads.

I met up with a few people from my group in Ethiopia and then we all found eachother in Namibia. As we were getting out visas, the ladies checking us in and approving them were so rude! We were roasted over what the heck we would be doing for 2 months just as tourists. Finally she threw the papers back at me and stamped her dang approval.
Checked out our hostel for the night, The Cardboard Box (aka Brothel) and it doesn't look too shabby compared to the ones I've been to in Europe.



















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