Longing for one, especially as the weather is showing off gloriously. Time to hit the road, drive east, and head to the bay. No tourists there, only a few NGO organisations and their representatives. Wish my cousin Sharon were here, one of my favourite travelling companions; we would head to crocodile rock, watch the sunset, spot an elephant, sip our drinks, lie down on the heated surface, dream and talk of days gone by, plans for the future, but mostly revelling in the now.
Meanwhile, there are 80,000 IDP’s in camps, or on the move, what celebrations for them?