I am heading back to England, back home, for the first time in 367 days. A year and 2 days of living the van life. And what a year it has been!
When I flew back to South Africa last year, I arrived in Durban with the very specific idea not to have a plan. And that is exactly what we have done; not planned (hard to believe for those who know me well!) We started our journey in the north east corner of South Africa and I have just flown out of Cape Town, way down in the western cape and southern tip of the country. We have traveled 2/3 of the coastline, living the van life as we went. (Don’t worry, I am going back to do the rest, I don’t like to leave things incomplete!)
June and July have been funny old months. On the surface not much appears to have changed; we are still on the farm outside Cape Town. The boy is still working on various projects here. Girl Dog is still loving farm life and ruling the roost. She has found the weakest link on the farm and knows that if she lets herself into that cottage, she has dinner cooked especially for her!
I am still working from my computer, blogging, writing and Global Handprint-ing. Well, kind of.
I can’t believe I haven’t written a diary style post since last year (crikey that sounds bad). I left you all hanging with the impression we would be in Pringle Bay for a few weeks and I am sure you’ve been wondering where in the world (well, South Africa at least) we are now. So before I get started with an update, let me get the excuses out of the way; there have been some very exciting developments, including a new website coming soon that have been keeping me busy with Global Handprints (follow out the GH blog to find out more!) I have been approached by an education consultancy asking me to start working for them (which would not only be great experience but also solve the never-ending visa issue however it does require commitment and a temporary end to ‘life on the road…’ so involves lots of thinking) Also to be honest, I have been embracing the Pringle way of life which is to not really do a lot and to not do it in any hurry!
So we unexpectedly found ourselves in the Mother City. A last minute visit to Cape Town from one of my favourite people from home and more tyre troubles led us to speed down the last bit of the west coast (with promises that we will be back) to get to civilisation, tyres and friendly faces.
Two weeks later, we are still here and haven’t been disappointed.
We have spent our time living right on the beach underneath the lighthouse (where the caravan happened to get stuck in the sand).
The cape wild flowers are one of the natural wonders of the world. The arid areas of the cape west coast and the semi desert of Namaqualand, transform into a floral wonderland.
We made it to the West Coast! All the way from East to West with a caravan and two dogs! There were definitely times when I didn’t think we would get here (nothing like a bit of melodrama to make changing a tyre easier, hey?)
So, we’ve hit the road and are officially ‘caravaners’ on a road trip! We left Howick heading for Kimberley thinking we would get there that day including a stop off in Clarens for me to see a town I have heard a lot about. However, hadn’t really taken into account the difference in driving speed when towing a VERY full caravan as well as the fact we would need to stop at the top of a mountain to change a water hose in the engine.
Not having a plan has got off to a great start! We thought we would have left The Midlands, KwaZulu-Natal, a while ago but, 3 weeks after I got back, we are just starting to (re) pack the caravan up!
The days have been filled with caravan jobs; taking everything out (who knew how much could be fitted in such a small space!), repacking, finding room for my things too, cleaning and scrubbing inside and out. Right now, everything is in, even the washing machine (having clean clothes and sheets is SO nice, right?)…and, there’s still space to swing a (small) cat.