The morning after the post before I started my day in Durban, hungover AF, 27 degrees C, trying to keep my business brain about myself .... and many, many hours later ... ended it in Tankwa, 6 degrees C, with a cold gin in my hand and the most incredible experience of watching an
aardvark snuffle down the road ahead of us fresh in my mind.
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| Lux accommodation with assorted dead animals. |
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| This one was the deadest. |
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| Love me some shale. |
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| Big skies with tiny daisies. |
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| And other beautiful flowers. |
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| Free kids. |
It was our now annual weekend with
these friends. Different venue, same epic meals, litres of wine,
kakpraat and ferocious card games.
I spent the weekend in a post-Durban fug - weary and disorientated and slightly drunk most of the time - but so happy to be back with my people and off on an adventure.
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