Living the high life

I hate flying.

That’s a lie. The up-in-the-air part I can handle; it’s the take-off and landing that turn my stomach into a cesspit of anxiety.

Earlier this year, I experienced the worst landing of my life. As Emirates flight EK 306 approached the landing strip at the Beijing International Airport it descended down as unpleasantly as possible. When I was younger during thunder storms, I was quite the wuss. My aunt Maggie would calm me down by telling me that the big bangs were simply God rolling potatoes down the stairs. “Why would God be doing that?” I would ask. She didn’t have an answer but it soothed me none the less. During that landing it felt exactly as if the plane was one of those potatoes bouncing its way down through the smog-ridden Chinese sky.

That flight made me even more of a nervous flyer (Well, take off and land-er).

My ambition in life is to be a travel writer and travel usually involves flying (unless I’m resigned to travelling by foot, car, camel and/or boat— actually don’t even get me started on boats. That’s a whole other post). So, you may ask, how the heck do I plan on making the ‘travel’ aspect of my ‘travel writer’ plan work? Continue reading


Why I write

**Note: This was completed as an assignment for a Writing and Editing course I am currently completing at Rhodes University. We were asked to think about why we write. I had to sit and think hard about my reason for adding my scribbles to a universe that is already so full of the ramblings of others. The reason I write is the same reason I started this blog; because I love writing and sharing my experiences and thoughts with the world. If my work can make just one person smile, laugh or simply just stop and think, that’s when I am the most fulfilled. As cliche as that all sounds,this post will help explain. 


When I was in Grade 2, I was determined to be a paleontologist. My class did a series of lessons on dinosaurs and with every day that passed, my two-font-teeth-less grin grew wider and I grew more convinced that excavating fossils and researching the long-gone reptilian ancestors would be my end-game. Fast forward a few years to grade 7 when, following my stint as the lead in my schools production of Archie &Friends, I truly believed that acting was my calling. My twelve year old brain was resolute in its belief that I would be the next Charlize Theron (albeit paler and more freckled).

Clearly my first two career options didn’t work out as I have yet to unearth any stegosauruses or tearfully accept an Oscar for Best Actress.

In Matric, when my initial job aspirations were out of the picture, I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to do with my life. It’s a feeling I’m sure many of us have faced and it’s terrifying. Continue reading