I’m still pinching myself to check that I’m actually here. Here in Windhoek. Here in the friendly internet café on Fidel Castro Street where the PC has crashed on me twice already this afternoon, my flashdrive appears to have gotten bent in my travels and I’ve discovered that I’ve brought the wrong cable to download pictures from my camera . Here, a couple of blocks away from where I’ve parked the Old Duchess, leaving her in the tender care of yet another diligent attendant - no impersonal parking meters and draconian traffic wardens for us in Namibia; the Old Duchess who is gently reminding me of her little quirks (Keith, if you’re reading this, she’s STILL IN ONE PIECE, honest!), and who could hardly be more different than the little “toy car” I’ve been driving in
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