Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
148Trip End Oct 25, 2010
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Eyeing my backpack as if we'll pick up where we left off any time now.
That's not going to happen.
I must stay put for a while, haven finally given in to my protesting back.
So, here I am, my thoughts on South Africa; unfinished business? no, I'm in love with the country.
I'll be back, I must or it will pull at my heart forever.
For now, I can write, but the funny thing is, I'm brimming over with stories yet not sure I can tell them
They are all tied up in a bundle of vivid, exciting, unimaginable, joyous and alarming confusion.
I can try and unpick a few, see if it makes any sense.
My first glimpse of South Africa, Durban airport and on my way to Amanzimtoti, was rather disappointing. Everything seemed so normal, the roads, the cars, the buildings.
Familiar even. Modern blocks, boring - 4 walls and a roof, the occasional colonial mansion, hullo England, signposts and street names in Dutch.
Of course I wasn't expecting clay huts and naked children, but when we reached the house I'd be staying at, a brand new 'granny flat', well, if I didn't know better, it could easily have been any where in Europe.
Having said that, there was a great big fence built around the place, bars and locks on doors and windows and the 3 dogs running wild were not someone's pets but guard dogs.
Now this was unusual.
It made me feel a bit giggly, an over-protective landlord?
Hmm, I spent the first couple of nights sitting straight up in bed, peering into the dark, my heart thumping, reaching for my scissors every time a car drove by or a dog barked.
Yes, we had just been informed of what can happen to us uninhibited, flighty, gullible white tourists.