Just met an amazing South African woman who is involved in education and community development. She’s helping disadvantaged women who normally work as domestic help in the townships by jump starting cottage industries in honey producing and crafts that sell in Switzerland. Her and her husband are buying a property to live in and want to convert the existing one into a homestay for backpacker/budget travelers.
YOU CAN WAKE UP TO THE SOUND OF THE OCEAN. COME VISIT.
Nah, not interested (lie).
She recounted her dream to travel all the places her deceased mother wanted to go. Next is Israel and Egypt. What struck a nerve most is when she talked about her family.
“I’m taking care of my brother. He’s 38, now brain dead and paralyzed. It was a motorcycle accident.”
Self-pity just got tossed out the window. Her brother will never be able to travel again or ride his free bird (motorcycle).
She called Buenos Aires a cheeky, sexy city. And is hankering to see Tanzania and Madagascar someday. She always, always travels solo, leaving her scientist hubby behind.
Dorm rooms: not always, what you think.
In our daily lives, we thrive on assumptions. Hell, I use to.
It’s a choice to dismiss talking to that old, boring person. Don’t dismiss. Open yourself.
You, too, might end up staying at a house with a full kitchen, a garden and ocean view in a-effing-a South Africa.
Time to adjust my travel plans for 2012.