I recently spent a couple of balmy days visiting Hong Kong. My experiences there are hard to sum up in words. Instead, I have compiled a vlog with some of the highlights of my time in Hong Kong. I was blessed to be hosted by a dear friend, Eleni. She was so kind and hospitable. She knew where all the hot spots (and air-conditioned spots) were.
I’m starting to learn a few things about how to pack when doing international travelling. I hasten to say that most of these lessons have been learnt from past mistakes.
On my first overseas trip, one could quite easily have fitted a tyrannosauraus into my suitcase. I cringe when I confess that my boyfriend at the time and I took along matching his and hers suitcases.
Have you ever been struck by a deep wanderlust for Africa? Ever found yourself having daily “Flashback Friday’ moments with your safari pictures? Longing to sink your toes into the mud of the Serengeti? Enjoying exchanging long and fascinating tales around a fire?
Here are 3 of the best African ‘must reads’ that capture the very heartbeat and essence of Africa without you having to travel vast distances
Every town holds mysterious and intriguing stories within its perimeters. The Eastern Cape village of Nieu-Bethesda, hidden between the Sneeuberg Mountains is no exception. If you are a traveller, an explorer, an artist or just enjoy a good getaway with a good story, you will enjoy this.
I am known by my family and friends to be a traveller who embarks on vast amounts of research before departing. I am a supporter of the philosphy `If you fail to plan, you plan to fail’. Once, I Google Street Viewed my entire way around Paris before even arriving at Charles De Gaulle airport. Needless to say, I knew EXACTLY how to get to the Louvre sans a map or guide in hand…. But, sometimes when travelling, no matter how much research you have done beforehand, things can turn pear shaped…and very quickly.
There is nothing more solemn and stark a reminder of how ephemeral life is than someone’s death. It takes all your previous perspectives, plans and ideas and turns them totally inside out and upside down.
Recently, while in the Western Cape which had been ‘home’ to my grandmother (my Dad’s mom) for eighty plus years, we drove passed the exact spot at which we had previously scattered her ashes 6 short months ago, and all the memories came flooding back…
This past weekend I was overcome with a bad case of what I call the ‘wanderlust woes’ or the ‘PLOM’ (an acronym for ‘poor little old me’).
“Why can’t I be in PAAAAAAARIS?!”
“Why does she get to go to Rome AGAAAAAAAAIN?!”
“Why does he get a new car aaaaaaaaaaaand a new house?!”
Would you believe it… After the 1970’s not-so-hipster green Ford escort broke down on our previous wine tasting excursion in Stellenbosch, and the ensuing treacherous doorless train experience, I went on yet ANOTHER rendezvous with my friend, Jenna, and her car, named, Bertha… and a train, again!