December 21, 2024
I walk through aisle upon aisle. Overhead, a lofty modern ceiling stretches far above, giving the space an airy, almost cathedral-like feel. The store is massive. So much so that I wonder, half-jokingly, if I’ll ever find my way out. There’s a comforting sense of familiarity here, though. Like walking through the halls of a place that has quietly been a part of your life for as long as you can remember. Greensport tents, Scott bicycles, rows of tools that could fix just about anything, and Jonsson's clothing that has seen many of us through countless adventures in the Namibian wilderness.
