On Coming Home

This most recent travel tale begins at the end.

On the Other Side of Bad

It was five years ago, on an insignificant day in November, that I experienced my anecdotal revelation. At the time I was heading towards the tail end of a student stereotype: a backpacking trip through Europe.

Hello 26: Gliding Over Cape Town

Terror. Pure terror was the over-riding emotion that enveloped my body and soul when it was announced that I would be launching myself off the side of a mountain on the morning of my 26th birthday.

Surprise! We were going paragliding. What a way to celebrate turning another year older, eh?

Rooftops, mountain hikes, helicopters, airplanes, really steep staircases; I can handle those kind of heights (albeit breathlessly for the more active ones). I’ve even managed my fair share of roller coasters.

But being suspended over the city of Cape Town while hanging from a parachute? One big, fat, huge, bold, underlined, italicized NO from me.

Or so I thought.

Snapshot: Ponta da Piedade Lagos Cliffwalk

One full day of sun was all Portugal would give us. And what a day it was.

The Old Man and the Speedo

The sulphurous smell had just reached us. My travel buddy Caitlin slid off her flip flops and secured her swimsuit, ready to take a dip in the Aegean Sea. Our boat the King Thiras drifted closer to the jagged rocks jutting out from the edge of Nea Kameni.

Snapshot: At rest in Cape Town

Hello is this thing on?

A thousand apologies for the four month radio silence. I’ve been busy adulting in Cape Town.

Snapshot: Mzinyathi Falls

Mzinyathi Falls, Inanda, Kwa-Zulu Natal. Initially seen on Africa Geographic’s 5 cool places in Durban you didn’t know existed article. Eventually found 2km along a dirt road in Inanda.