Day 3 of our Moorings charter in French Polynesia took us around Taha'a to the Coral River, a unique snorkeling location where we floated with the current, skimming over the coral garden and bright tropical fish below us.
It’s years since I watched a rugby game, and have forgotten (or maybe never knew) the rules! But regardless, it was so exciting as the Bokke trounced England. And what a boost for South Africa in general. The excitement, at least temporarily, united the country. Everywhere was a sea of green and gold rugby jerseys and the rallying cry, “Go Bokke!”
People are asking what my take is on the country, coming back with an undetermined departure date. My mission is to decide whether I am able to adjust to the country I was born in, lived in until I was 18, made numerous returns/visits of various lengths to over the ensuing years, and now am looking at making my permanent home again.
It doesn’t seem to matter where I am, here I am!
What I mean is that despite being the other side of the world, in a completely different environment, my life takes on a familiar routine, with just a few minor adjustments. It would be different if I was on vacation or visiting as a tourist. But that’s not the case and so my life continues with barely a hiccup.
Getting used to a new country, or adjusting to a place I used to know but is now new to me, is a challenging proposition. Instead of being bombarded with Trump mania, mass shootings and political horrors in the US, I’m dealing with “load shedding” and school violence, local government whinging, plus the ongoing Zuma saga.
My memories of Durban jar with the reality I saw yesterday. My senses were overwhelmed by the chaotic traffic, the swarming people and decaying building, but I believe that if I look deeper, the old Durban is still there.