I pre-wrote a few posts for this period while I am bundu-bashing in Southern Namibia. The last one of those gets published tomorrow.
It may seem odd, but I didn’t write them in date order. And the upshot of that method is that I haven’t written a post for today. All the others are done – including tomorrow’s (you’re going to love it). Just nothing for today yet. But with life getting ever more hectic as we head towards Friday and all that it holds (that’s last Friday for you guys reading this, so “held”, I guess), there’s a chance I might forget.
So here’s a Placeholder Puffin just in case that happens.
Of course, if I do write a post for today, you’ll never see Percival the Placeholder Puffin. If you’re reading this, I ran out of time.
More tomorrow. Back live on Friday.
The “old” Future Islands album Singles, was – in my humble opinion – massively underrated. Now, they have a “new” album called The Far Field and it promises great things.
Ran, an intense, desperate tale lamenting a lost love, is the first single off the album. I love it.
The album came out last Friday, and should I have managed to procure a copy in time, may well be providing the soundtrack to this holiday – if I can manage to take any music in a kayak down the Orange River.
Much is made of the Bull Sharks found in the waters of the lower Breede River, but I think we’re pretty safe about about 150km up the Orange.
Sadly, one of the many reasons that we might be safe is that there really isn’t a lot of water for sharks (or anything else) to swim in.
Not where I am. And vive le difference. Mountains may be mountains, but the ochre, sandy, heat-baked ones that I’m looking at – majestic and dramatic though they are – are a far cry from these ones at the top end of the world.
They are, I’m reliably informed, Mount Olstind in Norway and the Vestrahorn in Iceland respectively.
Both are places I desperately now want to go, and both are literally half a world from where I am now.
Having loaded up the Ossewa – ‘n tradisionele vervoermiddel, veral in Suidelike Afrika – and all being well… we headed Oop North yesterday, via:
the M3 (for 4.8km), the N2 (1.3km), the M5 (3.6km), the N1 (4.2km), and then onto the N7 for the next 671km.
Eina – quite a ride. For those of you reading in the UK, it’s the equivalent of driving from Sheffield to just past Inverness. And you know that Inverness is a long way from everywhere, so “just past Inverness” is a near inconceivable distance.
Thus, I’m likely to be out of radio range for the foreseeable future, but posts will continue on 6000 miles…. via the seamless magic of WordPress.
As usual, please be aware that if some massive international incident, world war, political upheaval or mass outbreak of beaglitis virus has occurred, I will a) likely not know about it, and b) certainly not be mentioning it on the blog, because, as I am writing this, it hasn’t happened yet.
[EDIT: Actually, after I wrote this, but before we went away, there was some degree of local instability.]
Equally, if I die (or have died), you’ll only know when I don’t blog next Friday. Which will be good.
Good Friday, I mean – not great that I’ve thrown a seven.