Maine has always been my nature escape. The place where I would go to recharge after the frenetic pace of city living began to take its toll. And, of all the places I have visited, this is my favorite.
As our airplane flies low over the Zambezi River I count numerous elephants and hippos grazing along the verdant banks and wallowing in the cool river current. We circle back to land on the dusty, dirt runway and as the plane doors open, I am blasted by a hot breeze that offers little relief. From the airstrip, it is a short drive to the river where we board a boat for Sausage Tree Camp where I will be spending the next three nights.
Two years ago I moved to South Africa. I never expected to live here, but I know I am where I am meant to be. Happy South African two year anniversary to me!
This was one of those weekend where a planed getaway to the lower Drakensberg quickly morphed into a series of unfortunate events. Sometimes even a seasoned traveller needs to be reminded that sometimes nothing goes according to plan and you have to let go of all expectations in order to enjoy the moment. Once I did that, this weekend turned into exactly what I needed.
Living in South Africa means that I have plenty of opportunities to experience long haul flights and I have developed several coping mechanisms to survive 15 plus hours in coach. What are your techniques for surviving long haul flights?
With a limited number of free hours in Lima, I had to be highly selective about how to spend my time and this being Peru, food was my first priority. In the past few years, Lima has become a culinary juggernaut and local chefs creatively play with diverse cuisines and experiment with local indigenous ingredients.