I am guessing there are about 10% of people in Cape Town actually working today. It is a complete thumb suck – but depressing none the less!
Anyway it was a fantastic Christmas in Jozi! Great gifts, fantastic food – too much food, wonderful family drama’s and much debate about my future plans with very little input from yours truly!
But I almost didn’t make it! From what I gathered was one of the worst storms to hit Joburg this year happened at precisely the same time we were preparing to land! The landing strip lights went down and there was talk about us being diverted to Durban! We flew in circles for about 15 minutes, lights off lighting creating a strobe like effect across the purple and green seats of a really very old plane – it was really quite frightening. Finally we landed and the pilot was applauded! I could have kissed him! I kept having visions of old episodes of Lost.
Christmas day was quite hysterical. There were repeat performances of all the cousins dancing in a ring singing at the top of their voices “Relax. Take It EEAAASSSSSYYYY” by Mika – who is a huge hit, obviously because he is a nice Lebanese boy!
Anyway it was different from last Christmas which involved a number of creative drinking games and a very lethal punch!
Who knew? I can hit a golf ball – high and far – I am actually brilliant – I think it is in the genes, or perhaps merely beginners luck. Two buckets of balls on the driving range and I only missed three times! Once I almost lost my club in a really energetic swing and almost knocked out a poor young boy taking lessons from his Dad. It would have been quite humiliating but I hung on to the club with all my life and somehow prevented it from taking flight.
I met my new tenants and almost broke down in front of the poor people. That house has so many memories.
It was great being back, there is a distinctive feeling about being home that I doubt I will ever loose. It is this quiet, subtle, almost instinctual awareness that your heart beats to the same rhythm as the place. It runs through your veins.
I was surprised just how paranoid I have become. A guy walked up to our car on William Nicole and I completely lost it – I swore at my father for not skipping the lights, utterly convinced we were about to be hijacked. Was I always like this? It might be some kind of deep seated side-effect from being held up at gun point just before we came to Cape Town. Did it really affect me that badly? Before this trip I didn’t think so! I can only imagine the kind of anxieties so many people carry around with them after much worse incidents…too sad!
I am taking leave next year – never again! Only one day off this week! It isnt right!