Keetmanshoop Karma Keetmanshoop, Namibia February 13, 2009 As we drove north a few days after a hassle-free entry across the border into Namibia, we decided to take a lunch break in the shade on the side of the road. We pulled over and got some food out of the cooler. “I smell diesel,” Sarah said as we unpacked the cooler. With too much confidence, considering our past problems with the truck, I didn’t even think about what she had said. But then, before I even realized it, it hit me -- both the smell and then the sight. There, coming from the diesel tank, was a steady drip. This one, mocking us in all its glory, dripped faster than the one from a month ago. ”How could that be” I yelled aloud. I crouched down for
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