Namibia — the life of a vagablonde

It was our most restless sleep as the side of the tent flapped with the wind, its movement mimicking the sound of footsteps. My mind was racing as it was accompanied by the sound of rhinos in the bush; simultaneously terrified and thrilled. The only barrier separating us from the wild and possible danger was […]

via Namibia — the life of a vagablonde

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