Almost home

As I write this, I am sitting in OTI domestic departures at the downstairs boarding gates. You know the ones that go to all the small places? Like Kimberley and East London? Actually, this particular gate (unsurprisingly as I'm going to the same place) brings back an awful lot of memories of that crazy few months when I was commuting between Pretoria and Stutt.

This time I'm just on my way home. Much as I love travel and the nomadic existence - and the past two weeks have been a definite confirmation of that - there is a special joy in heading home. Apart from the obvious that I get to see people, I am quite looking forward to hot showers and home-cooked food and being able to do lots of laundry. That said, I enjoyed my time in Namibia. It was strange, interesting and at times a little uncomfortable, to be in a country that gained its independence from my own - and only 20 years ago at that. I plan to spend some time trying to get it all into perspective, as well as writing about the places and things which are peculiar to and special in Namibia.

For now, I find myself taking a deep breath, relaxing and looking forward to the Eastern Cape. This airport has changed so much over the last few years but this bit still feels largely the same as it did when I first started flying around the country all those years go. It's a comfortable, peaceful kind of feeling. Almost as if I'm almost, nearly home.