Petra, on the other hand, is much more nonchalant and unselfconscious. She is lying there reading Nadine Gordimer in her underwear. I wonder what lies ahead of her with neither college education nor apprenticeship. Marriage and children, I suppose. After Etosha I part ways with the women and visit Bushmen rock painting and engraving sites, a sort of natural museum tour.
Some sites have the added attraction of requiring a stiff hike or a climb.
I also spend some time in Swakopmund, where a small German community from the pre-WWI colonial era still maintains their Brautradition and Konditoreien . Then, after seriously burning my butt walking around naked on the Skeleton Coast, I decide to drop in on some Peace Corps volunteers in Khorixas. I just know that a town of that size would have a few secondary education volunteers, so I stop at a store where some students are hanging out and ask where the Peace Corps live. I am right. A bespectacled boy shows me the way to the house of Rebecca, George, and Marie.