Africa · 8 Days · 49 Moments · February 2018

MNG takes on Tanzania

21 February 2018

We have touch down! Easy and smooth flight from Zambia and landed almost half an hour early. Extracted ourselves from the plane and made the all important contact with the cellphone network. Passport control was painless and just birth certificates needed this time around. Luggage was quickly through. Nothing to declare and home dry! All parents ready and waiting. Am a bit emotional about it all but am pretty sure it's just exhaustion talking. What an amazing adventure in a really cool country! MNG takes on Tanzania...over and out!
More points -having a swim for the first time in a long time and be genuinely happy -how beautiful St Constantine's is and what it must be like to live and work there -breaking down in Tarangire National Park and having a real Africa moment to fix it -enormous herds of elephants with tiny babies -how green the parks are -a sleeping leopard in a tree -trying to work out the currency which works in thousands e.g. 20 000 shillings is 10 dollars -being up before the sum every day except one -camping in Tanzania -walking through the bush and seeing nomadic tribes still in existence -bright Masaai material everywhere you go -travelling to Zimbabwe, Kenya, Tanzania, Zambia in one trip
Points to remember -barber shops are big business and you can have a haircut at pretty much any time of day or night -motorcycles are taxis and people beetle about often without a helmet and often with a child on the back of the passenger -the never ending supply of spaza like shops where the owner sits inside behind a burger bar door and deals with customers through the holes -the dirt road leading to Ilboru Safari Lodge during the day and then during the night -selling of couches and beds on the side of the road -enormous nurseries on pavements which nobody is totally sure about -how clean the country is, everywhere -how friendly the people are, everywhere -roadside pubs/bars are a thing and can be identified by the collection of plastic chairs and umbrellas -the numerous failed attempts at modernising the city -the number is speed bumps and rumble strips everywhere -the number of police blocks and everyone wears seatbelts
I finally saw Mount Kilimanjaro!!! Thought I wasn't going to see it with all the traveling in the dark. Wow! So flipping excited. The second mountain which is slightly smaller is Meru. We never saw the top of it while in Arusha because of cloud. Meru also has its own thunderstorm most afternoons which was awesome to hear. Just a pity we never got to experience one. Flight out of Nairobi wasn't that full and I had two seats to myself. Breakfast was odd (rice, samp and a lone sausage) but I had a cup of coffee which revived me a tad. Watched some TV and then fell into a death sleep. The kind of sleep where you don't know you are asleep you are so asleep. Landing in Zambia woke me up! Feel a tad ropey now but after a relatively quick stop, we are underway on the last leg of this journey. Can't wait to land and hand over the gremlins. I have really enjoyed my adventures but am keen for home now.
Ramblings of Africa...The darkness of the night spills into every crevice and hole and fills it with a black that seems to swallow any semblance of light. Night time in the city is ominous. It's eerie. No wonder there are stories about spirits and scary creatures! Most shops stay open until weird hours and are kept going by either the glow of a paraffin lamp or a single tired lightbulb. It all adds to the blanket of consuming darkness. You can almost feel it like a cloak of velvet being put down on the city as the sun sets. Night time in the streets of Arusha are really interesting and it's eeriness draws you in with a werid curiosity of what it must feel like to walk those streets after midnight.
The sun has just peeked over the horizon and Nairobi airport is coming to life. There are a lot of people in this world! Grace is still busy with her pre-flight document check and is so efficient that she has asked the Muslim women to remove their scarves so that she can see who it is and match it to the passport. A very large man with four gold stripes on the lapel of his jacket beetles over to our gate and I panicked for a moment. He didn't look like a natural pilot and am anxious enough as it is about this flight that I need to know the co-pilot has enough breathing room in the cockpit and isn't a smidge against his window. I need coffee! Good coffee. Tanzania has really good coffee but how it is made is rubbish so you end up not drinking it hence the need for good coffee!
The only way to get the gremlins to the right gate is to send a threatening message that I am boarding the plane and I hope they enjoy their sleep in the airport. They arrived rather quickly. The ticket lady is the first lady to check each and every single document which I spent hours putting together to travel with minors. My heart was in my throat the whole time. Who knows what I would have done if she didn't like something. However, Grace and I are now friends and she sympathises with me and my paperwork nightmare. Flights are announced by someone just yelling the flight details. PA is for pansies! The corridors are full of people who look so set up for a nap that it looks like they may live here. This trip just keeps on giving me truly African moments. All of us are starting to flag now and tempers are a little thin. I have learnt a lot about some of these kids and think that attending and surviving a conference should be like a Hunger Games for your place in Grade 10! #realityTV
The lady who was operating the first passport check computer then appeared at the boarding gate. No need to use the PA system, she just shouts "Nairobi. Passengers for Nairobi." We, well I leap into action and we hand in our fake boarding ticket and then March across the tarmac almost under the Turkish Airlines plane which is also there looking ever hopeful. The flight is 35 minutes. That's just long enough for the hostess to throw some peanuts at you and you clutch onto your empty beverage as you descend and land. Crazy! We enter transfers again and now know the drill. Empty your person, or something similar, into a box. Remove shoes. Stand in x-ray machine and then spend 10 minutes repacking and checking your pockets for all belongings. The man in his army attire wasn't in the mood for queue hoppers and marched offenders to the back of the queue to start the process again. We find out gate and the delightful creatures that I am now traveling with have turned into total gremlins.
Finally we have tickets, millions of them between the five of us. Then I have to walk the kids through the passport form, step by step and they still stuff it up. Breathe, Greener! Passport control is smooth bar the endless questions and checks. Another x-ray machine awaits us after passports. Everything through again but this time a lady is sort of watching. Check that the kids still have everything and find a quiet seat. A small cat wanders past going the wrong way through passport control but looks like he owns the place. The gentleman who was assisting the lady at the last x-ray, wanders past me to change to aircon settings which are on the wall behind me. Ten minutes later, the lady wanders past me to also change the settings. I think there may be war here and the aircon is the tool! This is a truly African airport experience and little do they know but streams of grumpy teenagers are in their future for the rest of the day!
Now that checkin is formally open we can wind our way through the two ropes to the counter. Behind the counter are two ladies and two gentlemen. The ladies are on check in and the gentleman are on bag check. One lady does the check in but must use both computers at the desk as the system appears to be asleep still (it is 1 in the morning!). The ticket machine spits out endless tickets but are barely legible as the ink is clearly in its dying hours. Passports, bags, boarding passes, everything goes mixed up and confused as no one is really concentrating on what is happening and the ticket machine is printing too quickly for anyone in charge. We wave our bags goodbye and hope for the best. Four sleep deprived teenagers are not helping the situation as all they can focus on is the fact that there is WiFi. I snap and tell them to put the phones away and use their brains to get us through this check in. This plea falls on deaf ears which doesn't add to the situation positively.
Zero queuing system in place, anywhere in this airport. Nevermind, I shall create my own as I get the kids and I to the man behind a desk who wants to check our passports. Then all bags through an x-ray machine which no one was even watching! Work out that the one counter which is open is not really open. The lady with a passenger list, computer and passport scanner asks me what flight we are on. "No. Too early. Wait over there!" We sit. We wait...3 minutes and then she calls me over again and asks for our passports. Who knows what happened in the 3 minutes?! She wants to see the paperwork for permanent residents for the kids on foreign passports. Flip file at the ready! Then she points to the pillar and says we must queue there for check in. We huddle behind the pillar while the lady converses with the ticket people in her dulcet tones. This results in another lady coming out from behind the counter to move the two, yes two queuing ropes an unroll the carpet over the top of our feet.
Collected boys and girls and then played real life sardines as well tried to squeeze a large number of children, teachers and bags onto a very little bus and drive into the night. Bags were literally tied to the roof of the bus! Twisted and turned through the night time streets of Arusha and straight past the lodge where we were staying and had left a mere half an hour before. There was clearly a big soccer match on, as every street bar was packed to the rafters with keen football supporters. Time is not a real entity here. We bumped (over a never ending supply of speed bumps) and bustled down the road in the dark. No idea where we were or even what direction we are going. The bus goes quiet as everyone falls asleep. Kilimanjaro International airport appears in the darkness and then the fun and games of an airport, wait, an African airport in the dead of night, begins! This experience requires is own entry.

20 February 2018

Closing ceremony and final dinner. Dinner had about 10 options including goat! We have not gone hungry on this journey. Closing ceremony was very sweet if a little disorganised. Not how I did things but they got the job done. The school had clearly worked very hard on this conference and the staff and kids were a happy tired as they wrapped things up. Africa time was good and healthy with some people arriving as the ceremony ended! Drinks and snakes for staff and some farewells. Then a whole new travel plan was explained to us. Things have been a little ass about face on the organisation front but then I have to remember that I am rather painful with planning, checking and thinking a problem through. So, the logical plan A to collect and transport was canned and a far more complicated and backwards plan who knows what number, was implemented. Everyone back to their sleeping venues to do final checks and balances before climbing back on a bus at 23:30 in the evening!
The national park was beautiful. A mix of deep tropical forest and wide open plains. Lots of baboons, wildebeest, zebra, impala, storks (unidentified), pelicans, buffalo, crested cranes, elephant and ground hornbill. A bit difficult to really enjoy the bush when traveling in a giant truck with 20 other people but nice being up so high. Must be food for the soul to see those plains during the rainy season. Breakfast back at camp where the magic men had packed up the entire site and all the 100s of tents. Camping company called Kananga after a town in the Congo where the owner is from. Getting warm and so dusty so retreated to the truck to have a wet wipe bath and freshen up. Left Twiga camp for the drive back to school at about 12:30. Wonderful to soak up the last few moments of Tanzanian bush and open space before hitting the city. Back at school by 14:30 where people continued to shop!
Teachers are worse than children! I'm just going to leave that there for all to ponder...
I can add 'sleeping in a tent in Tanzania' to the list of things that I have done and loved. Relatively early night and most kids settled down quickly. Thank goodness for loud teachers who bellowed at misbehaving kids! Passed out in my little tent and happy. Woke in the early hours with the sound of rain and had to close some tent flaps. Didn't last long but beautiful rain! A another early start, 5:00 to pack and load for a game drive in Lake Manyara National Park.

19 February 2018

A very hot, dusty and bumpy ride into the bush to meet the Hadzabe tribe. Saw Ngorogo in the distance under a beautiful thunder cloud. Visited another tribe to see how arrow heads are made. People are inventive and resourceful when they have very little. It was interesting but hard to imagine what life is like for these people when we all leave and the sun sets again. Puts things into perspective and it's good to remember that when our lives feel like the only thing that is important and so busy we forget to breathe, that in the depths of the Tanzanian bush, there is a group of nomads wearing baboon skins, eating baobab seeds and making fire with two sticks. This world is a crazy place.
I don't know how I feel about driving into the depths of tribal land to then get out of our bus to meet and interact with a Hadzabe tribe. These people are the Tanzanian version of our Bushmen. Nomads. Hunter gatherers. Tribal. We were asked to "meet" this tribe to see how they are dealing with the pressures of a changing world. A family of people dressed in skins and asked to show us their world. The interaction starts with us handing over a goat! I say no more! I can't stand there and take photographs of these people. We can't even communicate. They survived without the modern world and will continue to do so. The modern world isn't going anywhere and it is starting to impact these people which is sad but it is patronizing to stand there and take photographs. I was uncomfortable. Amazed but uncomfortable.
Home tonight is Twiga camp site. We look like an army of tiny two man tents. The ground team have transformed the site into home by erecting what looks like 100s of tents, a kitchen and dining room. Afternoon snack was the middle of Africa after a day driving through the bush. A cold shower was most welcome as there was a layer of fine dust covering absolutely everything. Staff claimed a spot of tents and then set up next to the pool for a debrief of sorts. Phoned home and spoke to mum and then Cam. Dinner was delicious and quite remarkable. A real team effort by the ground team. Africa is a magic place where you can seat and feed over 150 people a two course meal and then do the dishes! So many crazy memories of this beautiful country.
A strange day! Woke before my 3:45 alarm and dragged myself out of bed. Getting ready was already hard because of the evil hour but then a loud crash resulted in darkness. Something fell on the power line and this is deepest darkest Africa so it remained as such. Bus to the school was different as the bustling street which is usually filled with motorbikes, endless barber shops, grocery stores, dogs and people was still, deserted, dark. All 150 of us loaded onto overland trucks with packed breakfasts and lunches to trek across this remarkable country.

18 February 2018

Bed time and prepped for a 3:45 start to trek across the countryside. A really cool dinner at George's Tavern with good food and a chilled vibe with the other teachers. George is the head chef at the school and also owns his own Greek restaurant in town. Never ending stream of moussaka, pita bread, hummus and and and! Great confusion about start time tomorrow and IF I was to ever organise a conference, organisation is key. So many things I would do differently! Just frustrating when you get four different versions of plans and none of them are the right ones. Anyway...bed time and hope my morning skills have improved so that I can be around other humans! And the bruise on my leg has gone a deep purple and blue now.
Organisation is not a strength of Round Square. Plans are very haphazard and the people in charge of things (not at the school but the RS people) are pretty useless! We seem to drift from one thing to the next with very little instruction or information. This morning's visit to the cultural heritage Centre in Arusha was the perfect example. No explanation of where we are going or what we are doing there. We arrive and just get told to meet in an hour. Ok, and what are we doing for an hour here? Nobody knows and it's not clear why we are here. Back to school for lunch.
It's been an odd day. I have done a lot of thinking and questioning. Three guest speakers all about the Hadzabe tribe. The idea of fighting for their culture but at the same time fighting for human rights. Educating young women but still selling her for a herd of cattle. Everyone has a mission in life and for some it is about culture, heritage and tradition. I keep an open mind but battle to reconcile the discrepancies between preserving culture and simultaneously fighting for a western education. I don't know if I will ever be able to put it all into words! How do you know what is better and who is to say it is better? So much culture, tradition and heritage thrown at me today. I had to keep my Greener genes in check!

17 February 2018

Time for bed in my white net chamber. Choking on the smell of mozzie stuff but is necessary as they are super human here! Also, admiring or worrying the state of the bruise on my leg from hitting it on the picnic table yesterday. Yip, I'm my mother's child if I bruise like that! Let's hope I sleep what with another new bed and my fear of everything in the world is out to kill me that every sound is freaking me out! Another busy day tomorrow. Oh, and I may have to reprimand a child tomorrow after a report of him making racist comments! Bloody teenagers! That's tomorrow's problem to deal with.
Opening ceremony was lovely. Very sweet and full of life at St Constantine's. Made me realise and remember how lucky we are at BH with our facilities as the hall is very small and a rather poor sound system but enthusiasm levels made that all insignificant. Chloe was an excellent flag bearer and a very Proudly BH moment! "Africa time" is alive and well here with the ceremony starting almost 15 minutes late and then parents were still arriving 45 minutes into the ceremony only to leave as soon as they had seen enough. I think I may be a real time dragon, as I will close doors on the dot of the start time of an event and make people use a back entrance just to make a point of start times! So nasty, Ms Greener! People's bad behaviour really upsets me and I have to work really hard not to turn around and tell people to shut the hell up! Drinks and snakes afterwards with staff from the school who are so excited and proud of their efforts. Saw the attached sign about the gift shop profits!
Arrived at St Constantine's International school just after 12:00. Said a rather emotional goodbye to Charles and Abel who had been amazing. They were my saving grace! Registration a little chaotic but seems to be the norm with Round Square. More paperwork to fill out tomorrow. Kids did a hand print on a wall as a part of the conference momento which was cool. Shown around this beautiful school which is old but graceful. A lovely, happy place to be a part of. Made some friends with some staff who are all mainly from SA schools. The standard greeting includes name, school, city, subject, how many kids did you bring, have you been on pre-conference or are you going on post and lastly, what weird and wonderful route did you take to get here?! Seems there are more than one way to get lost on the way to Arusha!
Staff bundled into school buses and headed through town to Ilboru Safari Lodge. Again, sights and sounds which cannot believed but which is so fascinating that I found myself completely mesmerized with each new sight. Will take some photos to try and do it justice. Up one almighty crap road to the lodge where we all felt like we had died and gone to heaven, well those from the Cape because there is the most enormous pool! Took the opportunity to immerse myself in water and made some more friends. The cocktail menu appeared but duty called and a quick change of clothes before heading back to school for opening ceremony. The lodge is beautiful and is owned by one of the families at St Constantine's. Large mosquito nets on the beds and an enormous shower rose which I am very excited about! Us, Capies compared excitement levels on the trip back to school.
More African ramblings... Clothing is brightly coloured cloth wrapped around tall, skinny, tiny people. Barefoot boys as young as 8 spend their days herding goats and cattle. Young girls walk huge distances to go to school but for what purpose?! Running water is not even a doesn't even exist! Food is what you can grow or keep alive until you need it. Hours are spent under a tree sometimes with another soul and sometimes on their own. Life is about surviving but in the very simplists of ways. Buildings are merely structures to sleep in with many dark and broken remains of someone's idea of a real house, dotted around. The remains of someone's idea of trying to make life "better"?! It's not what we understand survival to be. I don't feel sorry for them because it's their world, their reality. There is no other way of life so there is no need for sorry. It's just so unreal to me. The idea of "better" does not exist here. It can't!
The part of Africa that I have traveled through in the last 24 hours is quite amazing. I find myself trying to capture what I have seen and felt in a way that will do it justice. It may have been exhaustion yesterday, but I was a little sad by what I saw. Today is different. Today, I am amazed. I am in awe at how different this world is for everyone living in it. The phrase, time stood still, is often used to describe these experiences but I don't think time has even found its way here. This reality is not something we can begin to understand. There are people who literally live and die in the very simplest of dwellings - a mud hut. A strange eeriness hangs over the little houses. Life is governed by the sun and the rain. Clocks do not matter. Life is about need. I don't know if 'want' is possible.
An uneventful trip back to Arusha but so wonderful to sit and watch the country pass us by. It is beautiful and so Africa. We did stop at a view point to look at part of the Rift Valley. Spectacular. Small fight broke out in the car so made everyone apologize. Charles and Abel dropped us off at the school and we registered. Beautiful school which is so green. Heating up again so am glad to find a quiet spot and cool down before being taken to staff accommodation. Met Renée from Penryn College and we are both Geography teachers. I think we will be friends!
Got some sleep but very warm in our little huts. Kids moving very slowly this morning so no bike ride. A little overcast and cooler. Plan is to head through to Arusha this morning and register for the conference. Let's hope that there are no more major car adventures.
Panorama Camp! We finally made it. Arrived at 18:30 after car repairs were deemed satisfactory. It did slow us down a bit but we limped on. Am not totally sure how the shock was eventually fixed but we got to Panorama Camp. It is on the shores of Lake Manyara. Drove through Friday afternoon market with an array of interesting merchandise. Hot and tired we dashed for the showers and discovered our luck had turned as water had just arrived at camp after a two day hiatus. We joined the queue of dirty French tourists who were dancing at the sight of water. Welcome to Africa. Shower renewed me. Slightly sunburnt and the most epic bruise on my leg from one of the picnic tables. Travel wounds!

16 February 2018

Collection from the day in the park.
We were so close to having a nap!! So close! Then we sprung a spring! We have now been on the side of the road in the park for 45 minutes as more and more your guides arrive to offer advice. This is possibly one of my truest Africa moments...ever! There is a machete, pieces of wood hacked from a tree just mere metres from a herd of elephant, tools from about seven different cars and more peering, pointing and fair amount of shouting when the elephants mock charged us all!
Breakfast was a picnic at a wonderful viewing site where we watched a herd of elephants drink. Tiny babies! We are a little sick of elephants now after having seen almost 100 in the course of the day. Amazing! Other sights include really dark giraffes. A hysterical troop of baboons. A sleeping leopard in a tree. A whole family of mongoose. Tiny tiny baby elephant. Huge herd of buffalo and some beautiful birds. Very special from start to finish.
Driving in Tanzania is interesting. It is very dark. Animals every once in a while. The odd Masaai heading to work by foot and then the main mode of transport...tiny motor bike. We drove for what felt like hours but was only an hour and a half to Arusha. I dipped in and out of consciousness being aware that I had no idea where I was and that I had four children in my charge. We finally picked up Abel, guide number 2 and headed for the park. We traveled for over two hours with it slowly getting light. Sunrise is well after 6:00. Lost count of the number of police check points along the road. Came across a number of cattle herds being managed by small boys. Masaai boys are cattle herders from the age of 8. Roads are not a top priority in this part of Africa and we bounced along towards the gate of the park. Abel sorted out entrance and then we were off. Not before the kids unpacked their bags in the parking lot to find new clothes.
We landed to a very underwhelming Kilimanjaro International airport. International and airport are strong words to use for this little place. It was however over subscribed in passport checkers. Our five little bags were dropped onto the non-going carousel and were then force fed through a tiny x-ray operated by a gentleman who was far more interested in his cellphone than what was being x-rayed. Through the doors to the outside world to find the welcoming smile of Charles, our tour guide. I drew some shillings from the ATM. We set off into the pitch black with Charles at the helm in our safari vehicle and not another soul to be seen. Speed limit is 50km/h and is stuck to when it is so dark you can see the stars!
I have hit my tired! We have now been on the go for over 24 hours. Lots to record en route to Panorama Camp after lunch with the elephants. Tarangire National Park has been amazing!

15 February 2018

A very empty flight to Nairobi. We all got our own two seater. Option was chicken or fish. A little bumpy but mostly a good flight. Landed in Nairobi 22:10 (local time which is an hour ahead of SA). Passport check with the kids. Navigated transit. Dwarf ray machine gave us the all clear. Found the gate in the labyrinth of Nairobi international. Bought a bottle of water and made contact home with everyone. Boarded next flight at 23:30. Kids sat together and I had a two seater to myself. I am just hoping that our luggage is with us!
Proof that Mac will live while I am away! Phew!
Vic Falls airport and the weather which resulted in aborted landing.
We stayed on the plane while the cleaning crew vacoomed under our feet and sprayed the head rests with some concoction. Doors were open so could get some air. Hoping and praying and crossing everything I have that this just gets better and smoother now. Wow!
A tiny little coloured lady looks at me and realises that this red and teary eyed, wild hair teacher doesn't need this and quietly escorts us into the plane. I smiled and said thank you. My friend Themba was at the door to the plane and we shared a high five and boarded. Archie and Tulga sat together. Luyanda one seat away and Chloe and I together at the back. A weeny plane but will do! Take off to Vic Falls where we will stop and refuel and lose half of this people to Zimbabwe. Chicken or beef wasn't bad and Chloe and I chatted about swimming and water. Watched an odd movie. Some pretty major turbulence upset me again so pounded the rescue remedy and filled my lungs with air. Two and a half hours later and we were descending only to abort the landing due to bad weather. I kid you not! A few extra loops around the airport before a good landing in pouring rain. Phew! One flight down, who know how many more to go!
I have been told by more than one source that South Africans don't need visas for Tanzania. Only the Zimbabwean and the two Brits need them. More clicking on the keyboard. I think Chuck was starting to fear for his life! Finally, Chuck agrees with me about visa situation. Mad dash and goodbyes to parents who are a combination of mad, stressed, nervous and chilled. They were amazing and thank god they were there. Through security which was chaotic. Take water bottles away but we can buy new ones less than 10 steps away. Go figure! March through to passport where I just hand out piles of paper and don't give them a moment to query me. Get to the gate with five minutes to spare. Ticket check and "Luyanda is already on the plane". No she isn't, she is standing next to me! More puzzled and slightly terrified looks as I pull myself to my full height.
March back to check in to speak to Themba who is the man in charge. No! I must go to information desk to find Themba. Find Themba. Retell my story for a fifth time. We can't be delayed by almost 6 hours! There are plans in the other side. I finally burst into floods of tears. A grown ass woman crying to a grown ass man about plane tickets. Themba finally gives up. He bumps five other people and puts us back on. Back to ticket counter where Mrs Lyne is now in mummy bear mode! Thank god for her! We then take another hour to check in as we wait for Zandile (who knows who she is or where she is!) To put us all back on the plane. I won't let Chuck (I don't know his name!) Put a single bag through until I have all five tickets and checks in place. By this time Mrs Lyne has sent Archie to buy sustenance and is getting ready to fight. It's all getting too much. Mid check in, Chuck says, "do you have visas for your stay?" I look at him like I am going to kill him!
Wow! What a start! Cam drove me to the airport with more than enough time to spare. He understands my issue with time. Met the kids (Tulga Saffrey, Archie Lyne, Chloe Morrie, Luyanda Ndebele) at 12:00 at Kenay Airways check in. Marched up to the counter armed with my bulging flip file of every document imaginable and the lady behind the counter smiles and says "oh! You have been rerouted. Please go to the ticket counter." What?! Abandon kids and parents and chat to lady at ticket counter. The flight is over booked and this morning they put myself, the four kids and a few other people on a rerouted list. No one thought to inform the passengers. Rerouting involved go to JHB first and then onwards but that would only start at 21:00 tonight! Oh hell no! I am stressed enough as it is!

14 February 2018

Slightly terrified of what's going to happen in the next week! Rescue remedy ready and have had a good cry!
Don't think I did too badly!

13 February 2018

Right...let's see how much like my mother I am! Gotta get all of this into that suitcase. And go!