I love to travel. But I love my life in Joburg and I miss it when I’m away. I also love blogging about Joburg, and I get antsy when travel blogging takes over and I run out of time for Jozi blogging. I spent the whole last week catching up on blogging about my previous trip, and now I’m about to leave on the next one.
I did manage to get out to a couple of cool Jozi events during my precious week at home, the biggest of which was the City of Gold Urban Art Festival. (See my post about last year’s City of Gold.) I’m not terribly happy with my photos and haven’t had time to properly go through them anyway, but here is one that I like.
A golden elephant, painted by Cape Town graffiti artist Falko1. Look carefully to see the story that this mural tells. Check out this piece and several other amazing graffiti creations around Bjala Square in Jeppestown.
That’s all I have time for at the moment. I need to get into a taxi in ten minutes and I’m not finished packing yet. (Please excuse any typos – no time to proofread.) Hopefully I’ll have time for another Jozi snatch between my next two trips.
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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It makes me smile, when I see it.