Luke's Cheese

Little update on Krysta's husband's travels. I flew from Chicago to Amsterdam next to a big Amsterdamian, who actually seemed very nice, but he could have been saying mean things to me while he smiled at me and talked in his magic language. When in Amsterdam, I took a nap in a little leather lawn chair, which was nice. I then took a puddle jump to Munich. The Munich airport and Amsterdam airport are both huge and modern.



I took the S (El type transit) into Munich. I really want to go back. The train circles through the countryside and stops in little Villages with German architecture and old furry men. I wandered around the wide cobblestone walking boulevards lined with stores, shops, and restaurants to what I think is the main square, where the minaret towers ring with royal figurine dances on the hour. I arrived just in time for the 5:00 pm showing. The square was filled with people with cameras looking up at the clock. I enjoyed a liter of heavy German beer and Goulash soup in a side establishment and was very contented.



Made it back to airport, and flew the final 9.5 hours to Namibia. At that point, the sitting on your butt becomes a little much, so had fitful 3 minute naps all the way there. It was great to see the sun peak out and the desert below. It is strikingly sparse from the air. A sporadic dirt road from nowhere to nowhere else was about all you could see. The Namibia airport reminded me of the Jackson Hole airport, a one strip runway where the plane stops and you walk down the stairs onto the airfield like a movie star. The immigration took a long time, but I finally got through with no problems picked up all my luggage, and found the guy holding a sign with my movie star name.



The ride into town was about 45 minutes and beautiful. Again, it reminded me of the long valleys of the Tetons, populated with scrubby shrubs and stunted trees, back dropped by brown rocky hills. Little farms and Villages were scattered along the speedy drive in. The cars drive fast. I clocked my driver around 140 km/hr, just a bit over the 80 km/hr limit signs.



Krysta was waiting for her ride to work when I got there. It was great to see her for the 1 minute before her driver took her away, and I crashed for about 4 hours. Krysta got home around 6 and had a fever and some type of flu. Her fever peaked at 102.5 and has since fluctuated for 2 days, hovering around 100. She feels bad that she is missing work, despite showing up and being sent home by her director. I tried to explain to her that she should not disregard the advice of the CDC when it comes to flu, but she wants to be working, and she is going in tomorrow, hell or high water.



I ate something called Oryx, which is the official animal of Namibia, and tastes like steak. I very much enjoyed it. I also bought tons of cheese last night and could not finish it so had to pitch some. It was not smart, but my brain can't be trusted when surrounded with cheese. Krysta's first observation when I got back to the hotel was, "You know we don't have a fridge right?"



I walked the city today for about an hour. It is not very pedestrian friendly, and I find myself afraid to cross the multi-channeled high speed intersection where the cars are on a different side of the road. If someone pulled up to me, they would see me whisper talking encouragement to myself and counting down when I should go. It was nice to get out of the hotel room, which has been a quarantine of sorts for Krysta's flu, luggage, and random movies. We are moving hotels tomorrow. Krysta will be finding a permanent residence next month, so we are heading somewhere cheaper and with a kitchen. Hopefully we will have a car by the end of the week, so we can test our driving skills. If people pull up to us, they will see us whispering encouragement to ourselves.