Progress on all fronts except writing.

Okay, so I got into big trouble from my boss. He wants to know where the next post in the blog is, so I figured that if I want to see his smiling countenance in Namibia, I had better get writing ( or typing since writing is now akin to hieroglyphics or something found on the Rosetta Stone). He also threatened to cut of my supply of biltong from Namaqualand Meats which is really just a despicable thing to do. Even the threat is out of bounds.

Aaaaanyway. I will pick up the story in my art class.

Can you identify the artist.

From the Collection of the Metropolitan Museum

Okay, it isn't Miro, it isn't a Jasper Johns or even a Kandinsky. It is in fact the chart that is supposed to show where your particular ship of interest is.

I have no clue where ours was, but I can tell you its a terrific boat, much better looking than the old bucket of bolts that brought the last lot of trucks down to Walvis Bay. This is our new mode of transport, sleek, streamlined, environmentally correct. Okay, you caught me lying again.No ways could this have held nine fire engines, six maybe but not nine .






 Our new car carrier is this strange looking ship

Not very glamorous but she gets the job done, 

and in that giant distended belly are these, our gorgeous fleet of tomato red, ready for prime time trucks.









After weeks of waiting the fire engine company has just told us that they are going to be shipping us one short. Apparently there was a fire where one of the trucks was needed and so it was detoured away from the ship. Good authority has it that the truck will try to go overland to Namibia and get there in time for our trip.