Wow

Okay, I thought I had seen pretty beaches in my travels, but I was wrong. The Seychelles have 3 of the top 10 beaches in the world, and they are all well deserved. We chose to reside in La Digue for its peace and serenity and for 3 beaches: Grand and Petite Anse and Anse Source D'Argent, the last of which is the main attraction for this island. Huge boulders jut out from the perfect white sand and into the crystal-clear turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean. 100-foot tall tropical trees holding 20 coconuts leave over the ocean threatening death from above; litterally, as one crashed down not far from us. The shallow lagoon extends about 300 yards into the ocean, allowing for hours of snorkeling. The sand is as powdery-white and fine as you can imagine. We motor around on bikes, as it is the main transport around the island for all. It took us about 45 minutes to bike the circumference of the island at a leisurely pace and it is vista after vista of beauty. Utterly spectacular. Oh, I forgot, on the main island we flew in on, Mahe, we went to Beau Vallon, another top 10'er, ho hum. Facing west, we got to see the sun sink into the ocean, right before we ate super-fresh seafood for dinner. Lately on La Digue, we let our host cook us home-cooked fare, rife with local fruit and fresh catches o' the day. Its a pretty sweet life at this point. So, it is that I have a new look and emotion in me about the continent I just left, that is undefinable at this point, and a thirst for all of this to continue, as it will for some time to come. Its hard to believe: only half way. I keep telling myself that and I laugh at the amazing blessing that is my life.

OH! And for all... Shantaram. Read it. Crazy story, but so thought provoking and poignant between the lines. Creeping up to the top of my favorite books ever list.

Where Do I Even Begin...

Well, its certainly been awhile. I haven't exactly been bored with myself, but internet has been mostly miss. Botswana and the Okavango Delta, Namibia with Spitzkoppe's massive rocks, Swakopmund's sandboarding, quadbiking through the Namib desert and skydiving over that same red sand spectacle on the sea, Stellenbosch and vino, Cape Town with friends and goodbyes with others, and continuing in South Africa with caves, the highest bungy in the world and into Lesotho, the mountain kingdom basically sums up the last month. This morning I awoke in my tent, unzipped the door and looked out into Royal Natal NP in South Africa and realized that it would be the last time I awoke in this tent, on this trip. Goodbyes are always hard. This one has been the toughest. Not only because it is the longest period of time I have spent with a group or consecutively on a continent, but because of the fact that everything you hear about Africa is true. It really does reach down inside you and rip out your heart. There are so many injustices everywhere you look, so many things that could be helped and so many people that are looking for anyway out. But, then it puts back in your heart, but covered with its soil and its soul. It seems to be a stain that will never go away, one that will remind you constantly of what it once was, to be here among its people, engulfed in its culture, its frustrations and its singular blessings. For there is no other place I have been to that has made me feel as I have here. Its at once shame for living in oblivion to the suffering of others, at other times motivating to become better, more involved in the world around me, and more open, more naive and trusting to the random person you meet. It melts the cynicism out of you.

I leave the continent tomorrow, I'm sure changed in ways I haven't yet fully realized. That seems to be the blanket statement for all who come here. Normally there is a good reason for cliched statements. "Africa gets into your blood and never leaves" is one that I keep coming back to frequently. I am infected. I wonder how it will effect my life.

So, I continue on into the islands, leaving Jo'Burg going to the Seychelles and then on to Mauritus and Madagascar. Life is pretty good. But, I will miss the amazing friends I have made along the way, locals and on my tour. It is only those you share the experiences with who can fully understand what you are and have gone through. Pictures can not capture, stories can not encompass fully what Africa is, nor what it means.