799 days ago we left D.C. 797 days ago we landed at an airport in the middle of the bush and wondered where the hell Peace Corps was sending us. For the last 740 days I've had the privilege of calling myself a Peace Corps Volunteer. Some moments have been really good, some have been really bad, others have been really ugly, but all of them have impacted me and taught me innumerable life lessons.
This week's been paperwork and administrative business. And packing. And trading clothes for crafts.
Tonight I finally went to the Skybar at the new Windhoek Hilton. While I couldn't have a sundowner watching the sun, well, go down, I did take some nice photos:
I fly out of Windhoek at 14:55 tomorrow. I think I'm in denial.
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