Rick, Wendy and their intrepid friend Carolyn flew to Windhoek, the capital of Namibia for one night then in the morning flew into Tsumkwe airstrip in northeastern Namibia’s piece of the Kalahari Desert. It felt like another planet because we lived in Nhoma, a simple safari camp about 100 yards from a !San Bushmen village (“!” represents a “click” in their language) of about fifteen families. The San Bushmen did nothing different from what they normally do every day. They played games, attended a healing dance, let us tag along on hunts, and demonstrated making tools and traps. So in a sense they acted as if we weren’t there! These hunter-gatherers have moved from the Stone Age into the Iron Age but still do things as they’ve done for many millennia! It was a living anthropology class.