Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Dear Hike from Otjiwarango to Otavi,

Our conversation went a little something like this:

You: Please give me your contact info.
Me: Why do you need to contact me?
You: You are looking something very special for me.
Me: I don't think my boyfriend would be very happy if I gave you my number.
You: But I don't want to be your boyfriend. I want to marry you.
Me: No.
You: Ok.

You weren't as persistent as the others. I like that.

Safe travels my friend,
r

3 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 28, 2009 at 6:33 PM

    Hi...intriguing blog! I'm vaguely considering buying a small lodge/restcamp about 80K outside of Rundu (we're from the US). I'll keep reading your entries...might make me change my mind...good luck with the goat poop! lawrencemorganatcharterdotnet

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  2. snyeFebruary 3, 2009 at 2:06 PM

    gr, can you give me your boyfriend's contact info so i can just let him know that i'm going to marry you? you, know, just so he's aware. thanks.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 11, 2009 at 12:39 PM

    He did give up quickly! What's that all about? My faith is being tested, here. Then again, I stopped getting proposals after age 17 because I was considered an old maid by then. That, or they were pity-proposals, I think.

    Maybe you should have an imaginary husband to ward off the more persistent ones...?

    HI

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