A night away in a small village, a long drive along an unfamiliar coast.
A lonely whale in a blue bay.
I was back before anyone missed me.
Travel takes up at least 75% of my bucket list. I dream of hotel rooms, strange street food, buildings that are monuments thanks just to their age, dialects, foreignness…
(I love the slightly grubby elegance of this picture. I couldn’t find reference to a photographer, but this is part of a shoot done for Fudge magazine.)
Two friends were married last weekend in a (very) small town on the Eastern Cape coast.
Two flights, one there and one back. Both took too long.
Two oceans give South Africa almost 3,000 kilometres of coastline. I was happy to stick my toes into the warmer currents. Of course, I would have stuck my toes in no matter what the temperature.
Two mornings waking in bright sunshine with a mild hangover after drinking, chatting, flirting, dancing and laughing.
Two nights away were enough to make me miss my home and everything and everyone in it.