Friday 27 May
The baboons cometh...
A good night's sleep for your mother (Jody). Me, too, except for the very weird dreams. We settled the hairdryer issue. (They thought we took it. For what reason, we could not comprehend. It wasn't going to do us a lot of good in the desert.) We actually got an apology, in truth, several, from the German lady who runs the place.
We took a look at a bunch of Namibian craftwork, and even got a dance lesson from the Damara girls who worked there. They complimented Jody on her moves. (They said she had a "nice buttocks, not ass.") Jody and Maryel went into the diamond store, and I about had a heart attack. Fortunately, the diamonds were no good deal, and I escaped with my life.
On the way to the airport, we got our baboon shot. (That sounds wrong for some reason.) Tres desolee saying goodbye to the Jansons. Now, Jody and I are sitting here in the sun waiting for our flight. Turned out to be a really nice last day in Namibia. A very good trip, which I have tried to faithfully recount.