Ricky took me around Katutura last weekend, the township on the outskirts of Windhoek. Katutura was originally where all of the black people were put during apartheid, and the name means "the place where we will not live." It was odd seeing in real life what I've seen so many pictures of. It was just hills and hills of tin shacks, half falling over, with barb wire everywhere. There was one street that was entirely made up of shebeens (bars) and car was...

After a grueling day and a half of traveling I finally arrived in Windhoek. Ricky, the man who set up my housing here, met me at the airport which was really helpful. He took me to where I live, which is a nice place with about 15 other people living in it dorm style. It has an awesome back and front patio and a pool, which I'm stoked on since it is so so hot here. My poor Oregon body is not used to it. Windhoek is a smallish city, not too exciting architecturall...