Well sports fans, it has been quite awhile since I have posted on here. Many months actually. I am sure many of you have come up with some creative ponderings about my whereabouts...did she run off and marry a local rugby star?...did she get kidnapped by a pack of wild baboons?...did she give up her former life to become a member of a local bushman tribe? Well, unfortunately my last few months, while great, have not been quite so adventurous. Here is a brief summary of what went down after I returned from Egypt in October: my friend Dawn came to visit for 2 weeks...I got to drink champagne on safari and pet a cheetah...my roommates and I made 5 trips between us to the Wildfire tattoo and piercing salon...I had a birthday...Ilya's basketball team won the championship...I entertained a group of travelling political delegates from the UK and Canada...my mom and her friend Trish visited...I got to drink champagne on safari and pet a cheetah again...some of my friends left South Africa forever...I went home in December for Christmas...hung out with the fam and friends and conducted some research...spent the month of January trying to get an extension on my study visa...returned to South Africa a couple of days ago.
This time around, the vibe in Cape Town is very different. I have returned with my friend Maggie for one thing. She will be living with me in Cape Town for the next couple of months, after which we will be travelling to some other exciting African countries, such as Madagascar, Tanzania, Rwanda, Uganda and perhaps Ethiopia. For now though, my main priority is finishing up my thesis!! Oh and tanning... Jen (aka MacKay) is also back after a month of travelling with her boyfriend Jon. The two of them, plus Maggie and I, are all living in our house by the ocean in Hout Bay, since Ilya left to go back to the USA. We now have full Canadian representation in our house, which translates to more beer in the fridge!
On Monday, MacKay, Maggie and I begin a 4-week Boot Camp to kick our butts into shape so that Mags and I can climb Mount Kilimanjaro without having to hire shirpas to carry our asses to the top! The boot camp involves getting up at 6am, 5 days a week, for 4 weeks straight and getting screamed at for an hour. Sounds like a blast! I had better have buns of steel and a 6-pack by the end of this!
Anyhow, hopefully these last few months on the Dark Continent will inspire some amazing adventures and inspirational life-ponderings. I will keep you posted!
Friday, February 8, 2008
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
