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While in the bush...

I was able to come to Opuwo for a quick second to write a blog post as part of my scholarship requirements.

So, I have almost made 1 week in the bush and I am loving it. It's nothing short of easy; physically and emotionally, but it is such a crazy once-in-a-lifetime experience. Here I am, all tanned, covered in dust, and without a shower for almost 2 weeks :) Lookin' good, amiright?

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  1. Lauren JaneMay 7, 2017 at 10:11 PM

    So proud of you Julia ;) Although I am not surprised you made your way to Africa. That was bound to happen sooner than later!!

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