Dirt

We grew up playing in it. Sometimes we even ate it…when I say we, I mean me. I made Michael Jackson Moon Pies out of the stuff. Dirt is pretty much a kid’s best friend. As we grow up we begin to move onto more meaningful and cleaner friends including Legos and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (I still have both) but we never forget our beloved dirt. End of the day though, dirt is still dirt. We tend to avoid it when we can and wash everything that comes into contact with it.

Why am I talking about dirt? Opuwo takes dirt to a whole new level. It’s in the air, on the ground, in the water, everywhere. Don’t bother having nice things here…it’ll get covered in dirt. I think my camera is almost dead due to dirt. My clothes have all taken on a brown hue despite frequent washing. My feet are dirt. My bed is dirt. You think I have a tan? Nope, it’s just dirt. All things said though you quickly learn to adjust. I can’t quite go so far as to say that I love the stuff, but it does make you feel like you’re living a simple life with bare feet all the time.

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