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Published: February 13th 2010
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Mom- yes indeed but it is comfortable haha.
Steven- thanks for keeping up with it all! take care.
America- those were good times! I hate shoes.
Jeremy and J- email me.
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It was a sunny Friday morning, with the bird calls and everything and the the sky was telling stories of days gone by.... those Turkish guys had just packed up and waved good bye as they drove off in their SUV, kicking the dust and gravel all around. I must say, although the smiles were quite rare with that crowd, they made up for it with the lovely and pounding Turkish coffee, yes it warmed the mouth and then that herbal background noise mixes in...and it is only one thing you know, you say it to yourself... Turkish coffee. straight from Turkey, ground only hours before they boarded the plane. But back to that morning... it was a sad day. One of the dogs was and is still in heat and that obviously spreads through the farm and all the dogs read it in the news and they all decided they will play cassanova with this one. Well, she has a son and he is
quite big and this apparently didnt sit well with him. this big cross Rhodesian Ridgeback and Black Lab, he did the unthinkable- ripped open the throats of two of his fellow farm friends... these two dogs that I actually really enjoyed...quite a lot. Two dead...in one day... this big dog, the guilty party, was then taken to the animal folks so they can find him a new home, one without all these other dogs and people and little ones running around. We don't know who would have been next...yes I miss him. But I also miss those guys, so much.
After it all, I hit the road with Juri and his band of outlaws and family- I rode in the back of the covered bakkie with two mattresses and slept some...two hours to Joburg and two days until my liefde arruved,,, made it there and stayed at the same backpackers I was at before, saw some familiar people, ones that really should not have been there cos that means they are slightly crazy just like me... worked the bar for them the first night as they know I have experience...
was not too hectic and I was able to
listen to Pete all night, stories of Zambia and the bush wars. And he had a good attitude, these people he says, that leave and complain of this and that, but still wanna see the bush or wave the old flag...
She arrived! and what a sight. as I walked up the moving stairs into the large and metallic airport, I could see this lovely girl sitting off by herself...having never been in this beautiful land. I think I saw her first...and then as I walked closer she stood and we both smiled, simply smiled and hugged for what seemed forever...and i felt like crying because I knew right from that moment that she meant so much to me...and I love her. Now she is here in the land of the Zulu warriors and the strong and brave Afrikaner. and I can share my thoughts and dreams and experiences with her...
Joburg was nice, we had a sparkling good time...visiting the zoo and strolling through the park...despite some experiences with mud and wet grass, though we did try to avoid it...
Johannesburg, full of loud cars and tall buildings cutting into the sky like a knife -
as we walk along the road to simply find ourselves in that large and beaming mall of some sort and we find some nice eats and dig in...walking around looking through glass and I tease her saying yes they do have these in South Africa, but it is an inside joke directed at someone she knows..and that person did not want to know me, yes indeed conclusions were hurled over and bad language spat at me but I do not care as I am free as the wind and have seen so much more and will continue to roll around in the dirt of life and the world and I have not a care as to what you think of me and where I want to go. thank you A L.
But she is here and it is amazing to see her smile again and actually be able to touch her hair and smell her hair and kiss her and see her pretty sparkling eyes in the morning as I crawl out of bed to start another day--- and then at night we can smile together, laughing at the drunken men at the bar and their stories and repetition
and songs that no one has ever heard before...the calls of birds that I have become quite familiar with and I share them with her, pointing them and then we giggle away as if no one else knows of these sounds but us.
there is a strange energy around us these last few days as things are boiling, the atmosphere has shifted slightly but I know it is not permanent. business is business and no matter what there will be hang ups and stress.right now there is, building plans are not going as well as they should and there is also the story of a new guesthouse and the drunken angry man who will not vacate the premises as he holds his bottle of cane at 9 in the morning.
I am so shining excited to share this place of my heart with her...and I lay there in bed reading Jack and drinking coffee and I realise that she and I can see so much..and I want her to feel those feelings I had the first time I watched the waves crashing into the green and rocky shores of Cape Town... I want her to meet my amazing
friends in Natal and see the endless rolling hills of green and dark shades bordering on some type of blue...and I want her to see the boks running free just around the corner from the amazing and strong elephants trampling their way through the bush... I want her to see the beautiful beach town of Port St Johns and have a sundowner on the balcony as we watch the beautiful African sun beam red and then slowly sink down casting beams of yellow and gold onto us.
I want us to see things..do things.. and live. She is wonderful and we can be wonderful. We can do wonderful things. together.
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denise
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fabulous
JOSHEE, I am so glad your gf is there with you. It makes me happy that she is there sharing her life with you. Be safe. Love you. d.