Awkward, verbose nerd
Who would rather laugh than weep
Seeks same—no red hats
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Can You Drive a Ford Fiesta Through a Desert?
I’m flying down the B1 highway from Windhoek to Keetmanshoop with a map and a boot full of camping gear. I’m excited for the first stop of my Namibian road trip: the Quiver Tree Forest. I spot the sign and turn onto the C17, off the tarmac and onto the gravel. I’ll be there soon; it’s only ten miles or so. I am unprepared for what comes next. The car slides and slips across the road. I am not fully in control anymore. I slow to a crawl. The car judders and shudders, the noise deafening, the vibrations rattling the teeth in my skull. It takes me around an hour to drive the ten miles. I arrive at the campsite relieved to be in one piece, even if it feels like all my bones have been shaken slightly out of place. I will later learn that this is what happens when the gravel road becomes “corrugated”, and that the roads authority goes round once a week to “grade” them. Seems I arrived about 6 days after the grader had last been round.
By Jenifer Nim4 days ago in Wander
Comments (9)
fun! (so, nearabouts to where I live, there is a club for older women and they all wear red hats....perhaps in other areas as well. ) I immediately figured it was an age thing...and I stand by it!
Clever poem!!
Great haiku! Well done!
Hey, um, if I'm starting to annoy you, please let me know because again I feel like I'm missing some context 😅😅
HA!
Red hats? What? However, well done.
hahah, I had to read the comments to figure out red hats. YESSSSSSS! Loved it.
The red hat. Priceless.
What's the deal with red hats?