I’ve been quite homesick lately, so I thought I’d make a list of 25 things that I love and miss about my hometown, Cape Town, South Africa. It’s 59 days until I’m back for a visit, so these bittersweet memories will have to keep me going until then!
Packing for a trip can be stressful, especially if you have an unreasonable weight restriction for your luggage. There are many tips for packing available on the internet and various blogs, so I’ve combined clever tricks from the interweb and my own tips to give you a comprehensive guide to packing for travel. This guide is tailored mainly to air travel, so the aim is efficient use of space and minimizing the weight of your luggage. It’s also mainly aimed at women – sorry guys! 😉
I adore wine. I love the sound the cork makes when it is released from the bottle, I love watching the crimson (or golden/blush) liquid splash into the glass, I love taking that first sip – like a tentative first kiss – and curling up in the evening with a good book and a good glass of red.
I’m fortunate enough to come from a country that is known for its wines – and for around 3 years now, I’ve been sampling what wines South Africa has to offer by going for tastings at local wine farms and trying different wines when out to dinner.
Travelling has opened up a whole new world of wines, and I hope to review many of them in the coming months.
The desire to travel lives deep within me – I feel it in my blood. I want to travel the world, and breathe the air of new places.
Some call this intense desire wanderlust or fernweh (German, literally “far-sickness”), others call it the “travel bug”, but I prefer to call it by another foreign word that fully captures my deep love, and desperate need, for travel.
I prefer to think of my bittersweet affliction as resfeber – Swedish, literal translation “travel fever”. Resfeber is a kind of restlessness, an anxious discontentment that builds up within you if you haven’t travelled in a while. It can literally feel like a sickness, burning away inside you like a fever. The more you travel, the worse the fever becomes. At first, you feel sated, but upon returning home, it burns brighter than ever. Therein lies the beauty of resfeber – you can feed your fever, but it never truly goes away. For those of us who have resfeber, travel isn’t just about “ticking boxes”, buying souvenirs, or taking selfies in front of famous sights. It is about those things, and so very much more.