This is our last night in Imsouane. Tomorrow we fly to Johannesburg. How far do you think it is from the coast of Morocco to Johannesburg, South Africa? Well, as the crow flies it’s about the same as New York City to Rio de Janeiro. That is staggering to me. Wish us luck.
Of many things I love about our travels, I looooove getting to know this planet better. There is of course the lived experiences of travel, but I’m also tickled by the amount of time I spend on Google Maps zooming in and zooming out!! I love maps!! Africa was like a giant blank slate to us all. We’d never been. We had no reference point of any kind. We’d get countries mixed up. Pronounce them wrong. Africa is sooooo big. How do you even begin planning time in Africa? How long? Where? Why? Our plans came together with help from my awesome friends Sophie (high school exchange partner, world traveler extraordinaire) and Dan (b-school world traveler extraordinaire), the internet, travel people and lots of ChatGPT. And I’m still constantly zooming in and zooming out on Google Maps :)
Our last few days in surf land were lovely. A few hours of surfing no longer completely trashed me, so there would be energy for other activities. Playing at the beach. Wandering around town. Homeschooling. Went for a sunset run with Justin. A stray dog joined us early in the run and never left our side.
That is Hazel in the middle shot, and video too, go girl!!!
Bye bye Imsouane!!
When we were in Pretoria, on Sundays Popeez and GiGi used to take us to the dances at the gold mines in Johannesburg that were put on by the men of the various tribes who were working the mines. Each tribe had their own different dance. I was between 6 and 9 years old and it was fascinating. The different tribes danced as a form of recreation and people would come and watch them dance. I think that somewhere I still have some movies from those days