Reminiscing

On the way back to Windheok we pass through the camp we were at last week, it's the half way point and here we meet all the other volunteers either heading on to where we just left, ready to stay here or coming with us back to Windheok. As we approach the road becomes very rocky and the car struggles as it shifts about over very unsteady ground. Driving is never simple here. In the camp we meet up with Caroline and Doug again and reminisce. It's only been a week but feels like months have gone by. It's strange. It's also a wonder to see so many faces, it's a busy place once again, and how quickly these researchers must forget us. We might feel significant while we're here but with many hundreds passing by each year you must quickly vanish into distant memory.

We sit down and eat feeling like old veterans among the green recruits. In actual fact some of those here have been around longer than use, drifting between camps for maybe a month or two. It's noticable that all the volunteers are white. I'm just saying. It reminds me of what a black friend asked me once, "Why do white people like to climb mountains so much?". Of course there's massive generalisations here but it does make me wonder how much the colour of our skin (culturally) can have so much influence on our perception of the world.