After much discussion, I decided that a 26 hour journey home from Christchurch to London was not appealing, and as I had made friends in south africa, I would take the unusual route home from christchurch, through sydney, where i had my 75ml toothpaste confiscated because it weighed 110g, (ggrrrrr) to Joburg, where I am now.
I have left the 5 degrees of the south of new zealand, and come to the 24 degree autumn of this fabulour country...
I have been and continue to be surprised by the the greenery in the city, and the open sapces, and many side walk restaurants.. it is not the way i imagined this city to be...
Only 45 minutes outside the city, I am back in the africa that I know... the bushveld... coarse, tough, dry, and still with a majestic beauty so different from the rolling green hills and snow covered mountains of new zealand...
tomorrow i fly to port elizabeth, to see my second family, where if im lucky, the weather will permit a couple of last dips in the indian ocean, before flying home on thursday see my first family...
People keep telling me that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity... my question is, why must that be the case? I watched a film this morning about the pilot amelia eckhart, the last line of which was "we all have oceans to fly, if we have the heart to do it. Is it wreckless? Maybe, but what do dreams know of boundaries?"
At almost the end of my maiden voyage, I wonder where my dreams will take me next...
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