Can You Drive a Ford Fiesta Through a Desert?
I’m flying down the B1 highway from Windhoek to Keetmanshoop with a map and a boot full of camping gear. I’m excited for the first stop of my Namibian road trip: the Quiver Tree Forest. I spot the sign and turn onto the C17, off the tarmac and onto the gravel. I’ll be there soon; it’s only ten miles or so. I am unprepared for what comes next. The car slides and slips across the road. I am not fully in control anymore. I slow to a crawl. The car judders and shudders, the noise deafening, the vibrations rattling the teeth in my skull. It takes me around an hour to drive the ten miles. I arrive at the campsite relieved to be in one piece, even if it feels like all my bones have been shaken slightly out of place. I will later learn that this is what happens when the gravel road becomes “corrugated”, and that the roads authority goes round once a week to “grade” them. Seems I arrived about 6 days after the grader had last been round.
Comments (9)
Fantastic, and thought provoking. Good job.
Yep. Great picture too. Poor old Uncle Sam.
Your picture says it all!
I feel like that about our platform on my bad days. I have news for you...we have all been 'had' from day 1. Had had had had everywhere. Truth hurts.
Good job dear!
Made my day! Great haiku!😊
yes, so relatable to current events :) Well done!
Lol, this made me laugh. Loved it!
Fantastic Haiku!