Namibia

Lady Lives to Tell It

A week before we left for Namibia I asked my boyfriend to remind me of our itinerary. He rattled off the locations of our trip, talked about driving from our safari in Etosha National Park back to Windhoek, then casually mentioned the bush plane that would fly us to Sossusvlei

“Wait. Bush plane?” I asked.

“Yeah. I asked you about it months ago. You were fine with it.”

“Um, no. I’m petrified of heights. There’s no way I would have ever agreed to fly in a bush plane,” I told him. “Ever.”

“Oh, hmmm. I thought we talked about it.”

“Well it’s already booked so there’s nothing I can do about it now, but if I die it’s all your fault,” I said. He wasn’t too worried. I was.

Bush plane in Namibia

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