A Traveling Blog - Having Fun Flying Solo
My life at the beach means an alarm clock is no longer required as my internal body clock has fallen into its own natural rhythm. A watch serves only as decoration, there’s no need to rush. I can’t help but think the fishermen dotted around the beach, really do have life sussed. Big city life-likeness in a small beach town are still evident, but they’re outshone by the other wonderful aspects of beach life.
There have been lots of wars, civil unrest, hostilities and general tension in countries between the north and south both in history and currently. Apparently, I’m in one of those countries right now, Mozambique.
Who knew? You certainly have no feeling or knowledge of it here in Xai-Xai, southern Mozambique. And it took me a bit of digging to find much media attention on it, but here’s a link to the UN’s take on things and an The International Business Times update.
I’m sitting on a log on the beach drinking my coffee and its 8 am. The suns nice and warming and there’s a gentle breeze to help wipe away last nights sleep. The birds in nearby shrubs are chatting amongst themselves and the waves are crumbling or intermittently crashing in front of me.
I still check in with myself now and again to confirm that this definitely is now my reality and yes apparently it is. Yeah!Read More
I got a taxi outside Fatimas to the Junta bus station about a 15/20 minute ride away. I hadn’t even gotten out of the taxi and the people were swarming towards me like the paparazzi honing in on the Kim Karadashian-Kayne West wedding. (This was the only non macabre analogy I could think of. The others involved locusts or ants surrounding a dead cockroach. You get the idea.)Read More
I was lucky enough to begin my next trip with Gareth giving me a lift to the north beachside Pavilion Hotel, in Durban to catch my 6.30 am Luciano Luxury bus to Mozambique. It was indeed, luxury, compared to the transport that was to follow for me the next day. Travelers Hints and Tips belowRead More
Most of my last seven years have been spent living in a developing country, specifically Cambodia which provided its own set of life problems. Returning to a developed country can also throw up its own unique life problems and the common theme here is that most problems center around ones ability to assimilate, or not.Read More
Click on the link below to take you to a blog I put together from 2008. It captures my first time volunteering and my first time living in a developing Asian country; Cambodia.
It also has posts about trips to Laos, crazy motor bike accidents and anecdotes on life as a first time expat.
When I mentioned catching a train down to Durban people looked at me like I was strange, 0bviously it’s not something people usually do. But I have a love of train travel, especially overnight travel. There’s something about being lulled to sleep while the carriage clacks along the track.
Based on what I had read and the general feedback of what Johannesburg is supposed to be like, I was pretty nervous about being here. And although I’m sure there is definitely bad stuff going down here, I didn’t feel its prominence, instead, I felt such a great vibe.Read More
Visiting a poor township, Soweto, as a tourist and taking photos of the inhabitants and the poor conditions they live in just seemed a bit weird to me. But I signed up anyway out of interest and to gain an insight into the history of South Africa.Read More
