out of africa

I was so nervous I kind of didn’t even want to go. It seems like a strange sentiment really, considering I’ve been to crazier places before and I like to push the boundaries. I like to go to places that make my mum say “please just stay here!”

South Africa definitely met this requirement. In fact, she called me up the day before and said “you’re not going to JOHANNESBURG are you?!” That probably didn’t help. However, I actually have quite a few lovely South African clients who helped get me excited. I think, above all, I knew just how much I was going to miss Boyfriend.

Fighting jetlag, we touched down in Johannesburg (OR Tambo Intenational) and I started to realise just how non-scary the place is, and not only that, but how at home I felt right away. Sure there were a few differences, such as the airport signs directing you to “Customs”, “Baggage Claim” and the ominous “Firearms Import/Export”! I clutched onto my handbag for dear life fairly sure it would be snatched (I’d heard the stories) and kept an eye on everyone. Of course, I walked away completely unscathed.

Dinner on the first night was at Tribes, an African themed restaurant, and hosted by the lovely Erik from South African Tourism. If there’s one thing I can say about South African cuisine… they love their meat! Jeff had the “mixed grill”: 4 steaks – Ostrich, Kudu, Impala and Warthog. I stuck to the beef.

One thing that really struck me was the scenery. Eucalypts everywhere! I felt so at home. Eucalypts are a pest over there but it definitely helped me realise that sometimes one side of the world isn’t really all that different from the other. The people were just as friendly, the food was just as tasty, and the views were just as beautiful. There are some cultural differences though, and for me (an ironing freak) I found it extremely hard to handle the idea that I had to call someone to come and do my ironing for me. Apparently, South Africans find it just as strange that I would do my own ironing!

I came to love Johannesburg in the very small amount of time I spent there. It has this big, bad reputation but there are so many beautiful spots and interesting people. All I can say about this eclectic city comes from my book of cliches: “don’t judge a book by it’s cover” and “don’t knock it ’til you try it!”

Love xx


Simba, it is time.

The previous blog had been neglected because, honestly, my motivations for starting it no longer existed and most of the time I had no idea what to say.

This time, it’s different. I am sitting in an airport lounge about to head home after an African escapade and I have two thoughts in mind. The first: this world is an incredible place and I can’t believe I somehow managed to forget this; and two: I am incredibly blessed to have some amazing people in my life who keep me going day after day and who make my life wonderful.

I am starting from scratch today, acknowledging the past and moving on. I am dedicating this new set of thoughts and posts to the beautiful people I have been lucky enough to meet on my journeys, and to my wonderful man and incredible family who support me all the way.