memories – past & present

i’m back in toronto tonight, and we’ve just been for supper at swiss chalet – a ribs & chicken kinda joint that is a chain here in canada. i remember going there for ribs 17 years ago on my first visit to this land, and i really really enjoyed the ribs that time. it was…

is this heaven?

i think that adults can be too stuck up. they don’t let go enough. i’ve been excited like a child since yesterday. it was not certain that i would make it to toronto yesterday. what with the snow storm that was expected. but i did. my bag didn’t. so i spent my first 24 hours in…

should i smile or should i cry now?

i sit in a quandary. apart from how much i love that word, i sit not knowing whether to smile or cry. my holiday may come to an abrupt temporary-stop tomorrow morning. i have just discovered, that toronto is expecting a major snow storm tomorrow, which happens to coincide with my arrival date into that…

the time has come…

… the bags are packed, the alarm clock set, the lift arranged. the dishes washed, the curtains closed, the bags weighed, the car locked, the stove switched off. holiday!!!!! ok, so i have to put in several hours at the office tomorrow, handing over files, that i don’t yet fully understand (in my new position)…

getting into the christmas spirit

last night we went to an old cape town favourite – carols by candlelight in the kirstenbosch gardens. what a magical experience – the full moon looking down on a field of candles-in-white-bags. they changed the format a little this year, but it is still pretty much the only thing that gets me into the…

condé nast knows the world?

it’s not often i post from another blog, but this missive from chris roper needs to be shared. he describes the seriously sad writing of one nick fraser of the supposedly-reputable condé nast traveller magazine in the uk. it is just a pity i don’t have a copy of the article to see it for…

first and third worlds juxtaposed

so, i was doing a very first world thing this morning – running on a treadmill in a fancy new gym. one of those gyms where the rows of exercise machines face a banjk of televisions playing anything from sport through music videos to cnn. it is a cacophony of silence – visual overload with…

i sit here barefoot

i sit here (figuratively) barefoot. i was prepared to have my socks impressed off me, and it has happened. i got to home affairs a little later than usual today (only at 08h30) but it still only took 20 minutes for me to receive and sign for my new passport. I am nowe legally allowed…

what a wonderful weekend

there are 2 ways to look at the past weekend. either i can moan that i was more tired at the end than at the beginning. that i didn’t finish the painting i was planning on doing, and that i didn’t finish the christmas gifts i’m making. and that my cricked-neck was in severe pain…