Growing up I remember doing a lot of airport-runs with my mum. Dropping people off, picking others up, walking up and down in front of the arrivals gate. I remember wishing I could go beyond the gate. I wanted to see what was on the other side. Skip a few years and airports have become my regular stomping grounds. Lanseria International Airport has become my airport of choice for local travel and here is why you need to choose Lanseria for your next local flight.
As an average traveler, I hold down a day job and live a relatively busy life. At my own will. I like being busy. Even when I can’t keep up physically, I read, have side hustles and am involved in the building a tiny fun little company.
But sometimes I being average means that the best view I get in the week is the sunset from my own house. And that is totally ok.
This weeks place for my #52places project is my couch.
I have often written about my dream of taking a flight in a hot air balloon. In fact, if you asked me a month ago what my biggest dream was for 2018 I would have said “for everyone to just be healthy” you would have said “no, something else” and I would reply “a flight in a balloon”
A few weekends ago, my dream came true.
Cheese on Marie Biscuits, cheese sandwiches, cheese on crackers, cheese cubes, grated cheese, hard cheese, soft cheese, ANY cheese. My love for cheese runs deep.
In fact, both my siblings have the same cheesy addiction. I can remember sitting in our old family home, around the kitchen table, finishing a block of Gouda in a sitting. When we were little, my grandfather used to tell us that when he was in the army he was so poor and hungry that he ate the red wax coating. He was joking of course. (Dear lord I hope he was joking)
When I started working with wine, my cheesy problem kicked up a gear. When we started stocking Dalewood Cheeses at work, I hit a whole new cheese fueled high.
I love following 52 week and 365-day challenges and I love cheering people on to stick to it. But more often than not those I follow start one on the 1st of Jan then drop out around the halfway mark. (Except Megan, who even posted in hospitals and planes, nothing stopped her from completing 365beauty tips it was bloody awesome) Others start drawing challenges and boy do they start strong. Then they get lazy and it all goes out the window.
The problem with walls, is I have none.
When you travel, especially from small town to small town you notice a difference in the way people live. Where I grew up, houses didn’t have high walls around them. we played on each other’s lawns and in the street. Where I live now, if you pass a house without 6-foot walls you worry about their safety.
Lately, I have learned that people are a lot like houses.
To curate or not to curate. Every time I scroll through twitter I see more people join the conversation about whether or not you should curate your online presence or not.
Well for my first post of 2018 I decided to join the conversation and guess what, I don’t care if you curate or not.
Anyone feel like you have been holding your breath this whole year? January kicked off with a customary underwear dip in the pool. A fresh start. So much promise. So many wonderful things were right in reach. February brought change. Change we were all ready for and change we have been learning to live with since. 2017 had the highest of highs (no really, loads of drugs were involved) and the lowest of lows. To mention but one it was having to be sedated in ICU after attempting to pull out all drips.
A couple of years ago a “G&T” was something people in old movies drank and most likely the only gin brand you could name was Gordons.
A gift guide for the traveller girl who doesn’t like receiving gifts.
It’s no secret that I am not a fan of Christmas. In fact the older I get the more I actively dislike it. I don’t put a tree, I don’t decorate anything. For one, I go home to Cape Town for Christmas. But I genuinely dislike the idea of decorating and then having to take everything down again. I am not particularly religious and do not feel connected to that aspect of the whole festive thing. I sound bitter, I know. But I promise I am quite happy. I think getting gifts makes me extremely uncomfortable.
I get immense joy from giving things and I don’t tend to wait for Christmas or Birthdays to give people little things or do or plan something really cool for them.