Tuesday, July 26, 2011  back home on t' hill...  i love
travelling and i hate it at the same time. i hate saying good
bye. i really really hate it. i try very hard not to remember it
when there are joyous reunions but there it sits like a ghoul,
in the dark corner of embraces, hissing menacingly that this is
is all going to end....with a desperate hug, rivers and lakes of
tears and inevitability. anyway. home now. and it ain't easy.
after a lightening edged trip to south africa, where i saw my
sisters, their children, my father, who turned 80, my loved
friends - it was onto plane after plane. i sat, dumb, staring
out the window, watching the crinkled blue continent below me,
taking me further and further away from everyone i love. . .oh.
and second born found six bullets in his bag in jomo kenyatta
airport. that'll teach him to borrow his father's safari
bag....it was a tense moment. at least he discovered them BEFORE
we went through security. and at least they were empty
cartridges. still. a sweaty moment w