Youthful Memories I loved reading your travel blog and it took me back to when I was 14 and we went camping at the Spitskop. That is SO many years ago, it's scary, and probably not much has changed in the area. We went with a Belgian family, we were 6 kids and they were 5 kids, so it was a huge crowd of adventurers. Around the campfire one evening we heard that an eminent cave-painting researcher would be joining our camp the next day. Aha! That was a fatal bit of info. We naughty brats got out the orange squash concentrate and a piece of cloth, and off we went to find a rock that needed an "ancient painting" put on it! We duly found the place for it and I was appointed official artist, so I did a picture for the poor man to salivate over the next day and he nearly wet his pants! It was so embarrassing and we had to come clean after he had really gotten very exited. You can imagine we were not very popular. I have a picture of my Dad standing in the sand at Spitzkoppe . . . never knowing we would nearly lose him three days later from a heart attack. However, he survived and lived for another 22 years, despite his dreadful heart problem.
I truly believe that creating connections like Bernie and Kathy have done moves us one step closer to world peace. Five steps in this case. Can you imagine what a difference it would make if everyone made one friend in another country? Kathy and Bernie, you are amazing.
INMENSA ALEGRIA DE VER A TODOS JUNTOS Es una gran alegria de ver a todos juntos, a personas que se quieren tanto y hacen que el mundo sea un pequeño lugar y más feliz. La alegria se refleja en cada uno de sus rostros. Son en definitiva una super familia, y festejo eso.
Salvo a Marysia que no tuve la suerte de conocer personalmente a las otras 4 las conozco muy bien... y son cada palabra que dicen de ellas Bernardo y Kathy, son algo especial en este fantastico mundo. Chicas se ven fantásticas en las fotos!! Todas juntas.. felices.. todo posible por la magia de dos seres MAGICOS que son Bernie & Kathy.... Tenemos que encontar la formula urgente para clonar a estos dos y hacer un número indefinido de copias.
Sepan que los quiero a todos mucho... y feliz de recibir este correo tan increíble... Vick, Marce, Camila y Jackie... las siento muy cerca y siempre las tengo presente... a pesar de las distancias y de los tiempos.... (obvio las fotos mienten... jajajajj que graciosos los cambios...) Un fuerte beso... y escribo en castellano.. porque es la forma de transmitir la gran emoción que siento al verlos a todos.... LOS QUIERO MUCHO... Y SIEMPRE ESTARAN EN MI CORAZON.... GRACIAS POR COMPARTIR ESTE MOMENTO!!!! HASTA SIEMPRE CARLIN
tears Saturday morning at Timbuk2, looking at your travelblog, beeing catapulted back into Namibia, safari days long gone but never forgotten and longing for the desert and the chance to going back to one of Africas jewels. Thank you guys for the wonderful blog.
Greetings and all our love
February 2020. We are still in Tucson, Arizona, well, often anyway. We continue our wanderings and enjoying our adventures. We haven't lived outside the US in awhile, but have lived in: Guatemala, Ecuador, the Netherlands (twice), Germany (twice) and South Africa. We have now traveled to well over 100 countries, but that doesn't mean we plan on stopping any time soon. ... full info
Sue Poole, South Africa
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Youthful Memories
I loved reading your travel blog and it took me back to when I was 14 and we went camping at the Spitskop. That is SO many years ago, it's scary, and probably not much has changed in the area. We went with a Belgian family, we were 6 kids and they were 5 kids, so it was a huge crowd of adventurers. Around the campfire one evening we heard that an eminent cave-painting researcher would be joining our camp the next day. Aha! That was a fatal bit of info. We naughty brats got out the orange squash concentrate and a piece of cloth, and off we went to find a rock that needed an "ancient painting" put on it! We duly found the place for it and I was appointed official artist, so I did a picture for the poor man to salivate over the next day and he nearly wet his pants! It was so embarrassing and we had to come clean after he had really gotten very exited. You can imagine we were not very popular. I have a picture of my Dad standing in the sand at Spitzkoppe . . . never knowing we would nearly lose him three days later from a heart attack. However, he survived and lived for another 22 years, despite his dreadful heart problem.