Deciding What To Pack

I do not travel light. Yet whatever I take I have to carry on my back. Hmmmm. You read about these folk who take 2 sets of underwear, 2 pairs of socks, a pair of jeans a few T-shirts and a jacket. THAT IS SO NOT ME!

I Need to Digress

It is common to hear people say, “oh s/he upped and off” as though it is something that happens without a moment’s thought.

The truth is usually very different. We just become very good at creating a facade that our friends and family can’t see through. Yes, we learn to lie. We can’t bear the shame of admitting that we have failed. In public we continue our lives as usual.

In private we weep buckets.

How It All Began

2001 was my Annus Horribilis. Actually it was a culmination of a few years if I am truthful.

In February 2000 on my 45th birthday I was officially declared menopausal and given the prescription for my happy pills. To celebrate my birthday my husband and I took a flight to Cape Town for an extended long weekend. Running our own business meant holidays were few and far between and inevitably included work as part of the deal.

Instead of doing the usual tourist routes we elected to explore the West Coast. I was hooked. The wildness, endless white beaches interspersed with wild rocky coves and bays, fishing villages, fynbos, flamingoes, salt pans and very few people. I did not want to go home.

Why Ceilings I Have Seen?

Over the years I have lain upon my back and stared up very many ceilings.

Got you! I bet you thought this was going to be a naughty site. Well it will be a bit naughty because that is who I am but it will be good naughty so if you were looking for stuff other than sharing my tales of travel and personal growth  you will have to go elsewhere.


I was born with itchy feet and no sooner am I settled somewhere I am ready to move again. Though I have settled down a bit since I moved back to Kwa Zulu Natal, the place of my birth after 35 years.