I am absolutely petrified of spiders. This is not a new revelation by any definition…most people who know me are well aware of my phobia a.k.a irrational fear when it comes to the eight legged ones.
It astounds me that with my practical outlook on life, people and things in general I can be completely irrational about something as lame as a spider. But the facts are that I become completely hysterical and a blubbering mess when they arrive. And trust me when I say…if you even suspect there might me a spider….ask me, I’ll probably spot it in seconds.
This evening as I was getting ready for bed I ventured into the spare bathroom. Bear in mind that this is where my shower is located….which means that I’m in there every single morning. As I walked in I was confronted by a spider on the ceiling….cue hysteria. It did not stop there. As I looked around the bathroom I was confronted by MILLIONS of spiders all over. I have no idea where they came from…they were not in there this morning when I took a shower. I got so freaked out the hysteria got hysterical:/ to be honest I’m still in tears and shivering….even after I almost committed suicide by doom spraying….I still can’t feel my tongue:/
I’m writing this while I sit on my bed, armed with my weapon of choice. If you don’t hear from me by tomorrow please send reinforcements:(
Oh…and my 365 for today is of my weapon of choice:
So I recently returned home after spending 7 weeks in your gorgeous country for business. I was super excited at the beginning of this trip as it symbolised many things. It was the start of my new career, and signified giant changes in my life. My life was literally turned upside down and inside out and just to make sure I realised that I had made big changes, I jetted off to your beautiful country for my first contract.
In general I was treated well. The people were friendly, I remembered this from my previous visits also. And apart from a few hiccups along the way (this included a cold, 3 spider bites, being bitten by a mole cricket, my car being egged while I was driving and a bruised elbow) my stay was genuinely awesome:)
I was astounded at the volume of rain your country received in the time that I was there. I think out of the 7 weeks I was there, you might have had 5 days with no rain…other than that it rained at least once a day, EVERY day and some days it just rained the whole day. I went in search of the desert on numerous occasions, but all I could find were foliage covered dunes….it looked nothing like the desert I remembered. In a normal year Windhoek would receive roughly around 300mm of rain annually. You guys have had over a 1000mm of rain in 3 months! and it hasn’t stopped raining just yet. While all the rain means your country is even more spectacular than usual, your infrastructure was not designed for this much water. EVERYTHING has started falling apart. Your roads are pothole riddled and even worse than the roads in Jozi, and in some places the roads have completely collapsed. Windhoek also has a number of rivers crossing roads, but since you hardly ever have a lot of water there are no bridges, the roads just run through the dry river beds. These rivers have been flooding, which made driving to work every morning a rather stressful experience on some days.
I stayed in beautiful guesthouses, made wonderful new friends, discovered incredible talent music wise at the most obscure places, discovered awesome little spicy cherry shots, could snack on delightful german delicacies, came to the conclusion that I really love my new job and managed to head off an investigation that will make the individual under investigation have an accident in his pants.
Thank you for a wonderful 7 weeks. I look forward to returning to your country in a couple of weeks’ time to conclude the investigation. I’ve included a couple of pics for you to view at your pleasure:)