The journey home

It’s been an educational week up in the far North East of South Africa, but now it’s time to head West. We were on the road by 5:30 and now we’re racing towards the highveld, past the filthy power stations of Mpumalanga.

If all goes well, I should be Chez 6000 before 2:30. SA is a big place.

I’ve worked really hard, met some great people, heard some fascinating stories – some heartbreaking, some incredibly positive – and seen some amazing things. And I have some half decent photos, too – look out for them soon.

With my previous trip, the kids’ school holidays and our Karoo adventure, the last six weeks have been very unsettled, and I’m actually really looking forward to getting back into a bit of a routine.

That’s not too say that I haven’t enjoyed the opportunity to have some different experiences, though. 🙂

Nelspruit guest house

[Written soon after arrival last night]

Nelspruit guest house. Mbombela guest house.
Same same. Despite the name change, everyone here still seems to call it Nelspruit. All the signs say Mbombela. I can see how foreigners might get confused.

And here in my room, once again, Afrikaner interior design is at play. They haven’t gone quite as far as the relief-tiled ceiling of last night’s place (in adhesive we trust), but we’ve got the obligatory overly ornate headboard and a glass sink perched upon a faux Roman concrete surface, raised by two faux Roman concrete columns.

It’s rather special:

And once again, I am cursed by faulty bedside lights and a barking dog outside the window.

I shouldn’t complain. The welcome was warm and the bed feels like it might be the most comfortable on this trip thus far. I intend to test this theory very shortly.

One more day of work up here, and then a Saturday morning dash to Joburg and a flight back to the cold of Cape Town. It’s been another fascinating experience, but I’m tired and just about ready to head home now.

The Hoedspruit conundrum continues

I have woken up in Hoedspruit this morning. Literally, in it.

This can only mean one of two things: that it really does exist, or that after yesterday’s early start and then driving 550km – much of it on dirt roads populated by cattle, kudu and potholes – I have crossed over to the other side.

Either option seems plausible.

 

Sidenote: There are a lot of dogs in Hoedspruit. A lot.

Quite barky.

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5 day trip to the North.

4am wake up call.

3 Provinces.

2 travelling companions, both of whom I only met for the first time yesterday (and neither of whom I can find at the airport).

1 class B rental car.

This is going to be an interesting week.

Travel

I see some travel in my near future. Business rather than pleasure, but hopefully it will be an informative, interesting, enjoyable and rewarding trip.
Did I say “fulfilling”?
No, I didn’t, but hopefully that too.

I get to go on a plane this time. Talk about hitting the big time.

I’m not sure about how much spare time (not much I suspect) and connectivity (anyone’s guess) I’ll have while I’m away, so there will be a few pre-written posts around next week. Hey – you might not even notice, and there’s the added bonus of the chance of more posts should there be the inclination (and the time and the connectivity) to do so.

As I say, this is all planned for a few days next week, so normal service will continue until at least then. And if all goes well, while I’m away, my instagram might be the place to go to share my journey.