Musings...

I always find that at random times during the day or night, I come up with the most profound thoughts or observations to add to my journal. Typically when I find time to add to it, I can’t remember a damn thing – frustrated writer syndrome or something…

All I can think of now is the things that have now become the norm for me that I wouldn’t have imagined – certainly not functioning like this on a long term basis. Guess it’s on of those things you get used to - forming new habits.

Rain water is drinking water, tap water is river water (hence will make you rather icky), being propositioned daily by the local oiks out the gate offering “dagga”, “shrooms”, crayfish, mussels, oysters, jewelry beads and just generally wanting money or sweets, being woken up by the sounds of nature and the wash of the ocean, the beach at the bottom of the gate, the sexy smell of Eau de Deet, wandering round Nomad style barefoot, waking up in the mornings out of choice not necessity, horseriding and yoga for free whenever I want, nearest supermarket 2 hours drive away, no bars, restaurants, clubs or shops, lots of rondavels and friendly locals, learning Xhosa and understanding their culture, living without a lot of unnecessary luxury items that seem of maximum importance back home (make up, hairdryer, moisturisers)….I guess you get the drift.