You know that feeling – when you let something go for so long that taking it up again feels overwhelming? Like closing arguments, laundry and exercise. Well, that’s what’s happened to this blog (sorry Mom and Nana B). And while we have some of the best excuses ever (ummm…elephants, lion, rhino, flu, photos that won’t download, no wifi, etc), it’s time to get back in the saddle. Prepare to be bombarded and apologies in advance.
Ok…where were we? Like, literally, where were we?! Oh right, Spain, late November.
Fast forward one amazing 14 hr Dreamliner flight to Johannesburg, South Africa (including a short, surreal 2am stop in Qatar). We were met at the airport into the smiling, welcoming arms of two of my favourite people – Rose and Conrad. It felt, immediately, like coming home. What a relief. What a treat. What happiness…to be in a home again (and possibly the most beautiful home ever – Blair Atholl) with such wonderful folk and three dogs and clean sheets and delicious food. I could go on. And on.
We spent five days recovering from our flight and travel-weary ways before heading to Namibia. The kids were in heaven, happy beyond measure. They’ve become expert golf cart drivers, monkey whisperers, bird spotters, dessert eaters and dog cuddlers. And with temperatures in the 30s nearly every single day, the pool has probably never seen so much action.
We spent a day visiting Maropeng and the Cradle of Humankind – one of the most amazing exhibits I’ve ever seen. We visited the Sterkfontein Caves and learned about our hominid ancestors, many of whom inhabited Southern Africa many, many moons ago.
But mostly, late November was spent relaxing, being spoiled rotten and getting caught up on a bit of school before setting off on our next adventure. Spending this time with Rose and Conrad has meant the world to me – a highlight in an otherwise extraordinary year. Henry already has plans to relocate to the property next door when he’s older. Mike and I may just join him…