First things first, I am not fit. Fit and I just don’t get along. I want to like fit but we have the fake smile and awkward small talk kind of relationship, you know? But when our friends suggested a hike I was all over it. Perhaps a little too enthusiastic as I insisted we do the longer 7km one, rather than the sort 1.5km one.
The two brothers are super fit as is their 68-year mum who joined us on the hike. I kid you not, if she didn’t stop to take photos of flowers along the way I would have died right there on the edge of that cliff.
You know when you were in school and adults used to tell you they wished they were still in school and you thought they were out of their minds to want to be a kid again? The last few months I have become that bitter adult wishing I was back in school. Things got heavy and just like that spaghetti bridge you had to build in Grade 8, it only took one tiny bit of weight added for everything to snap and fall to the floor.
Everything came tumbling down on me last week and we got in the car and ended up meeting up with friends who went on a rowing trip on the Orange River. We met in Augrabies. The smallest little town that I had on my list of places I wanted to visit this year.
I knew I wanted to see it, but I didn’t think I would fall in love.