It’s a Good Life

Hello world,

here comes the much postponed second part of my series about my trip to Namibia.
DSC09178DSC09244I’ve been feeling really good. The two stressful weeks of re-adjustment are over and summer has definitely emerged from around the corner. I have many projects that keep me busy, many days off to get me rested and many plans to make me excited for the coming months. I have even started doing more sport again. We have to do a triathlon in our P.E. class which has motivated me to start running, cycling and swimming again. Plus, there is always a ton of fruit now because my mom can’t wait for summer either, so she constantly buys Spanish strawberries.

Life’s been good.
DSC09306DSC09424One of the projects I’ve been passionately pursuing is my BBL, my Book Bucket List. Yes, another bucket list. Yes, another list. My BBL is a list of English classics I want to read because I am pretty sure I am going to study some kind of English major and I (a) feel like it’s my duty to have read classics before I study English and (b) find it’s a good trial and error whether I should study English. Well, I am loving it. So far I’ve read Mockingbird, Fahrenheit 451, Secret Life of Bees and Gatsby. In my classics shelf (YES, OF COURSE I ALSO HAVE A SHELF FOR MY BBL) is also Dead Poets’ Society (read in 10th grade – big love), Pride and Prejudice (still to read but grand expectations!) and Romeo and Juliet (also still to read). On my nightstand currently lies Atonement by Ian McEwan. I didn’t read a lot these last couple of months so my BBL is an awesome change. Nothing is greater than the sense of sophistication when I meaningfully flip over the last page of a book by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
DSC09517DSC09453I’ve been also doing quite good at school and I am really looking forward to finally finishing off 11th grade which is said to be the worst year ever but wasn’t that bad in my opinion. Still, I want to start my Senior year. Let’s just say: being a Senior in Switzerland is… comfortable.

I’ve started a photo album for Namibia which is partially the reason why I didn’t update my blog that often – sorry about that! I feel really old-school gluing printed out pictures into a huge album. But now I also have time to talk some more about Namibia on here. I haven’t really done that but let me quickly explain dem pics:

In Namibia giraffes will just walk next to the car calmly chewing some plants. We saw this one on our way to Waterberg which is on the second picture and on which we hiked up to catch a glance of the rising sun. We missed it. The two following pictures are from communal Africa beyond the veterinary fence. The vet fence makes its way horizontally through the Southern African continent and divides commercial Africa (South, fenced properties, strongly Western influenced) from the communal Africa (the stereotypical Africa, villages just own a couple sheep which randomly run around). There we got to experience some of the real Africa which was really impressive.
DSC09422DSC09344Last thing to say about the last couple of weeks: I’ve had to say goodbye to my TV series. It was especially tragic because I only have this one. I’ve only been loyal to this one. I’ve only ever really loved this one. Sniff. But McDreamy had to die in a completely ludicrous, ingrate and unrealistic way. So I had to say goodbye.

I wore black for two days.

xo
Layla

Thanks for reading.

 

Cuz This Is Africa (Tzamina mina eh eh)

Hello world,

hm, I don’t even know anymore how this works. Or how I should start flooding you all with 2’000 pictures.
DSC08790DSC08808I might have spent two and a half weeks in Namibia, and I might have loved it.

So, let’s just start with explaining that (1) it was great and (2) I further developed my new system of touristic photography; quality instead of quantity, folks. Meaning I’ll try to stick to good photos, especially for the blog, instead of pictures of everything we did. Normally that would include photos of our tents, our faces, our suitcases, our faces in front of some stupid thing whose name we don’t remember, our food (I did take some foodporn pics, though), our faces sporting tanlines and so on.

What I am trying to do with all my Namibia photo series, heck, with all my posts, is to show off some good photography and not to tell you how amazingly good oryx tastes and how much you all have to try if you ever go to Africa, please, guys, it’s sooo good. Hm, no, I will tell you that but I won’t show you a photo. Google is your friend. Deal?
DSC08816 DSC08875I am trying to do this as chronological as possible without being boring. I might mess it up just a little bit.

Basically, we took the plane from Frankfurt to Windhoek on April 3rd. We spent a day in the Namibian capitol looking at fascist temples and animals and stuff. The temple I mean is a sight called Heroes’ Acre and was built as a memorial and graveyard for the (black) people killed during Namibia’s attempts to attain liberty in the 80s. Namibia was a German colony from 1880 until after WW1 when the Kaiserreich had messed up and was in the process of dragging Europe into bloody WW2 supported by revengeful France (haters gonna hate). From then until 1990 Namibia was under South African rule which for the most time meant British rule.

So, Namibia is the itty-bitty chick under all the countries and therefore has no constraints to build a monument strongly resembling fascist buildings from some nice German and Italian dictators.
DSC08935 DSC09008The German influence is still omnipresent. In Swakopmund (Mündung des Swakops = mouth of the river Swakop) we could have got through without any English or Afrikaans. In the supermarkets they sell Mecklenburger Rollmops and generally more German food than they do in Switzerland. There are Kaiser Willhelm pharmacies, and every other street is called Bismarckstrasse or Goethestrasse or Merkelstrasse.

No, I am kidding. There is no Merkelstrasse. Yet.
DSC09022 DSC09025We went to a crafts market on the second day. I bought some salad servers for dem parents and admired the art produced. (They didn’t actually make it at the market. It had been transported there from somewhere else. Hopefully not China.)

Africa is warm. Dusty. Unorganized. Colorful. Stereotypical and surprising.

I have a ton of pics for you all. I will try my best to upload some until I get bored by them. Then I’ll post some other stuff in-between. I am happy and sad to be back. 9.5 more weeks to go and I am a senior (arg).

xo
Layla

Thanks for reading.