Wine and horses. Anyone who knows me knows that combo would be like catnip. And it was. I stumbled across Cavalli Wine and Stud Farm by accident while planning the Cape Town portion of my trip to South Africa. Just reading their name I knew I would pay any amount (ok, almost) to spend time in…
My birth days suck, it’s just how it rolls and I just try to deal the best I can. This birth day was supposed to be different cause I was going to cuddle baby monkeys all day and night. I didn’t and it wasn’t. I consoled myself with ½ bottle of Fat Bastard (wine, not a person). But!
Ok, ‘speak’ may be a bit of an exaggeration. My second AirB&B in Pretoria was so freaking amazing, I can’t believe the treasures I scored in that city.
Just one more post about Stephanie’s place and it had to be the menagerie that is the heart beat and soul of the place!
What strange twists of circumstance that landed me here on this wild and wonderful property in the hills of Pretoria! This week was supposed to be spent hugging and caring for baby Vervet Monkeys in the wilds of Tzaneen but sickness drove me back to civilization to recover from all the errant sicknesses that were…
As I spend my last day at Stephanie’s wonderful hide-away I have to face saying goodbye to my vacation lover. This is going to be tough. She hasn’t been far from my side for 7 days and nights and to say I am going to miss her is a foolish understatement.
I was so hopeful that I had beaten this nasty bug. A day at the spa was just what my imaginary doctor ordered. I felt pummelled and wrapped in mud and filled with wonderful food and wine. I arrived back to the sanctuary moderately filled with vim and mild vigor.
When the newborns are brought in they are cared for by loving humans 24/7 and are never alone again. Their humans do everything for them, the babies pee and shit and crawl all over them and we smile and tell them how awesome they are.
My flight was to leave at 11:30 am Dec.24/16, Saturday. At 2am, Dec.23/16, Friday, I woke gasping for air. I was to find out later from the emerg doctor I had pneumonia. NONONONONONO Despite my hysterical explanation that I was going to Africa and I couldn’t possibly have pneumonia he stuck to his diagnosis.
Recently I got real wound up reading a post by a solo woman traveller. She wrote about a pervy older guy getting all up in her face, all aggressive and started following her from island to island, even staying at the same hostel, in the same dorm (!!!!!!!) as she was. The problem was that she was nice…
