The Time I Met Tiffany

A cool morning wind swept through an oddly German town delicately settled on the cold sea waters of Namibia.  An off-white van peeled through the morning dew and then stopped abruptly allowing the sliding door to swing open just long enough for me to pop in.  With a quick “hello” we shot off to the brilliance of the coastal dunes for a morning of sand boarding.

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