Two days ago, on my way back from Soussvlei and Swakopmund, we stopped at a crafts market and I was unable to resist the urge to buy yet another mask. Having shipped all of my previous purchases home, I figure it wouldn’t be too much trouble to carry just one more mask with me (my eighth of the trip).

However, today, my last full day in subsaharan Africa, I could not resist the urge to buy two more masks. Now I’m trying to pack up to fly from Windhoek to Johannesburg to Paris to Marrakesh tomorrow and of course I have no room for the three masks, but I’m sure I’ll be glad to have them when I get home.