Remember three days ago, when I was sitting on the porch in my pajamas at 7:30 a.m.? Those days are gone.
SNOW. Like, real snow. In South Africa.
As the South Africans say, “Sho!” (Roughly meaning, “Wow!”)
A cold front blew in two days ago and brought snow. More snow than the Johannesburg area has seen in many years. The snow actually stuck to the ground and to the south-facing sides of tree trunks. It was fun and rather surreal to watch everyone getting excited and taking cell phone pics of the flying flakes. (Including me. I took the photos above while driving, which was probably unwise.)
I’m in between trips at the moment. Yesterday I got back from the Free State, the province neighboring Gauteng to the south. It was freezing there too.
Tomorrow I am off to Limpopo province for the Oppikoppi music festival, where I’ve been told to prepare for dozens of awesome musical performances, huge clouds of dust, extreme temperatures, and excessive drunkenness. It should be quite a weekend.
That’s all I have time for right now. As the South Africans say, “Speak soon.”
How have I never blogged about 44 Stanley Avenue, the coolest shopping and dining complex in Joburg, which is only five minutes from my house?
I guess it’s wrong to say I’ve never blogged about 44 Stanley; I’ve mentioned it countless times over the years (see here and here) when writing about specific restaurants or shops that are there. But I’ve never written a dedicated post about 44 Stanley as a destination and it’s about time I did – especially now, with the holidays upon us.
I’ve been dreadfully uninspired lately, struggling to think of anything I want to blog about despite having a long list of great ideas (many of which you, my readers, provided in September). I’m finding it hard to feel positive about life at the moment. But on Saturday Thorsten and I got the chance to visit Indwe Park, an indigenous garden and sculpture park in Braamfontein, and I knew I had my topic for today.
Given this week’s political nuclear bomb blast, it feels like a weird time to publish a light-hearted post about my recent (pre-election) jaunt through the United States. But I’m hoping you’ve have had enough of the U.S. election horror show – I know I have – and are ready (at least temporarily) for some wholesome American travel adventures. If so, please read on about my four-day visit to Maine, the northeastern-most state in the lower 48, with my sister, Susanna.
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