Mes projets en Afrique du Sud

The end of an amazing experience, 7 wonderful months.... but also the beginning of a new adventure....

Glenn, I think you know this one. Now that I've found the lyrics, I can come back to sing it to you :

Don't know much about your life
Don't know much about your world but
Don't want to be alone tonight
On this planet they call earth

You don't know about my past and
I don't have the future figured out
And maybe this is going too fast
And maybe it's not meant to last,

But what do you say to taking chances
What do you say to jumping off the edge
and never knowing if there's solid ground below
or a hand to hold
or hell to pay

What do you say
What do you say

I just wanna start again
maybe you could show me how to try
Maybe you could take me in
Somewhere underneath your skin

What do you say to taking chances
What do you say to jumping off the edge
and never knowing if there's solid ground below
or a hand to hold
or hell to pay

What do you say
What do you say

And I've had my heart beaten down
but I always come back for more, yeah
There's nothing like love to pull you up
When you're lying down on the floor there,
so talk to me, talk to me like lovers do
Yeah walk with me, walk with me like lovers do
like lovers do

What do you say to taking chances
What do you say to jumping off the edge
and never knowing if there's solid ground below
or a hand to hold
or hell to pay

What do you say
What do you say

Don't know much about your life
Don't know much about your world

That day finally arrived, Tuesday 25 March 08. Until then, it was just a date somewhere in the future. Then it was real. Still 30°C in Stellenbosch, a beautiful, sunny autumn day. Busy airport because of Easter holiday, overbooked flight to Johannesburg, later flight but still on time for check-in.

This time, a very comfortable brand new Airbus, nice food, some space for the legs, I managed to sleep more than 5 hours.

The arrival in Zurich with snow and cold breeze, with businessmen- and women around me, very strange feeling.

Last flight to Brussels, 7°C, sky is grey, nothing has changed.... I already miss the South-African light...

The smell of burning wood.... the noise, the warmth, the never ending fire.... such an atmosphere that you want to stay outside for the whole night, looking at the million-star sky, listening to the silence of the bush, sipping a last cold beer.... That's life, nothing else!

The BRAAI.... an institution.... meat and more meat. Cobus is the champion of braaing, closely followed by Alana.

My favourite is the boerwors - thinking of it, I'm salivating....

As long as you haven't seen an African sky, you haven't seen a sky..... I could stay hours staring at this sky.