Growing Restless in Johannesburg

Its been nine days now. And we have slept in the same spot every night. Its comfortable. We eat well. We watch movies. We eat Thankgsiving turkey and cornbread dressing. We watch American football and surf the Interent with a high speed connection from a leather couch. We cook. We swim in the pool. If it is rainy, we soak in the hottub. We walk to the store, to the park. We drive a bit further afield, to botanical gardens that frame a waterfall. It all looks like it was designed by a postcard. A South Africa postcard, not a West African one. West African post cards look like poor quality photos taken twenty years ago and printed with a bad printer. South African ones are glossy with baby lions, elephants, giraffes, waterfalls, oceans.

And we are bored and irritable. I guess after six months of traveling, not traveling becomes uninteresting quickly. It makes me wonder what life will be like when we "return." I put return in quotes because I am not sure it is the correct word. Just the appropriate one. I guess we will be returning to a world of having to make money so we can spend it. Other than that, the place may be different. The people may be different, namely us. I am sure the world we left won't have changed dramatically. It all changes, but it all stays the same at the same time. So, we keep moving.

We bought tickets to Cape Town last night an it felt good. And we are working on our path to Tanzania via Malawi an our tickets onward to Asia from there. Perhaps it is the sense of purpose, or adventure, but it lifts our spirits.