These are the stories of my travels.
Recently I celebrated 6 months of living in the Netherlands. Officially the longest I have been away from my home, South Africa. Ever. I have much I want to tell you. For those of you on Facebook and Instagram, you’ve seen the highlights. Numerous people have said to me ‘oh, it looks just amazing!’. And it is. Really. Most of the time. But it’s also normal and routine. And sometimes really tough and a bit lonely. Six months. I built some character. Made new friends. Bonded with my sister. Went on adventures. I’ve also come to realise...read more
Paris is the city my little sister has always dreamed of visiting. After traveling there myself in 2011, I promised we would go together some day. July 22nd was the set date. Thalys tickets were booked, as was our hotel. Our small wheelie bags were packed with an overly ambitious summer wardrobe as we stood on the platform waiting for the train to take us to Amsterdam Centraal. But it wasn’t coming. And while the seemingly hundreds of commuters around us were annoyed, we were doomed to make our 15:17 Thalys train. The stress was tangible and...read more
King’s Day. It’s as if Dutch people get an extra sparkle in their eye when they talk about it. And after experiencing my first one ever, I kind of get it. I say ‘experiencing’, but more on that later. But wasn’t it always Queen’s Day? Why yes. I’m glad you asked. Up until three years ago, the Dutch would celebrate the birthday of their queen mother Beatrix on 30 April (though this is actually previous queen Juliana’s birthday). But now there’s King Willem-Alexander and they’ve renamed and moved Kings Day to his actual...read more
Day 7, 15 November Halfway into our trip and I feel the need to spend some time alone, and to be honest, reflecting on and talking to God. Mostly about how amazing it is to be here. So I drag myself out of bed and down to the beach, which fortunately isn’t far at all. I’m in time to watch the sunrise. I walk in the opposite direction to yesterday, passing resort after resort, empty deck chairs spilling out onto the sand, warming up for another day of tourist life. It’s serene and fresh with that typical cool morning air. With the sun up...read more
Again I was sad that we couldn’t stay and spend the day at the beach and get a lunch and surf lesson for a mere R50, but at least we would arrive at Madwaleni that evening and stay put for three nights. The owner of Coffee Shack kindly drew us a map and after scoping out our rental car, assured us we’d be fine to take the 45 minute drive to Hole in the Wall, as long as we ‘drove slowly’. I was keen to see it. You really don’t want to get home and say ‘no, we didn’t go’. But just to be safe, Gen and I hiked up the dirt road...read more
In September 2015, my flatmate/friend Gen and I packed our less-than-20kg-Kulula-regulation bags and set off on a road trip adventure that started in Durban and ultimately lead us to Madwaleni rural hospital. My sister Danielle has been doing her com-serve year there as a qualified Speech Therapist and apart from the obvious reasons of wanting to visit your immediate family, Gen and I longed to see and experience the rural lifestyle she and other friends of ours have had for the past couple of years. The Wild Coast was also generally...read more