Instead of drooling over five dream vacations that I haven't yet taken (that travel bug sure is insatiable!), I thought I'd share with you five of my all-time favourite memories of dream vacations that I've already been on. Ready? (They're awesome!)
1. Rafting the Zambezi
|I'm third from the right, in my element, with the cap under my helmet, and Dad is on the far left.|
Not long after my mom's death, my dad and I went on a 4x4 trip through Namibia, Botswana, Zimbabwe and Zambia. It. Was. Amazing! I have so many incredible memories from that trip, but my favourite favourite must be rafting the Zambezi River with my dad - I loved it! I remember flying down those mighty rapids (our raft even overturned once, much to my delight!), laughing from my belly and just inhaling the experience (and about 4 litres of river water...). A lifetime high, for sure!
2. A solo trip to the U.S.
In January 2010 I packed my bags for a dream running adventure in the US of A. I was terrified (JFK is a big, scary place for a small-town girl from Africa...!), but loved every, single minute: The turkey wraps; the abundance of green juices and smoothies; the huge portions; and just the efficiency of everything and anything. I clocked a 02:11 at the Walt Disney World Half Marathon that year - a race and a trip that I'll never forget!
In April 2011 I ran my very first (and, uhm, only) marathon in the City of Love. This was another solo trip and I must confess that the Parisian way of doing things came as quite a culture shock, ha! But what's not to love about running the streets of Paris with almost 35 000 fellow crazies? A dream vacation for sure.
4. Lesotho with the family
In February 2013 Will, me and an almost one year-old Missy K crossed the border to the beautiful Kingdom of Lesotho for another running adventure of note. I completed the Highlands Trout Mountain Challenge, a tough but breathtakingly beautiful 21.1 km race in the Maluti Mountains, and for two glorious days the three of us just drank in the beauty of Lesotho. We really need to visit again.
5. Kruger National Park trips growing up
My mom and dad were both Kruger people (and Dad still very much is!) - people who love the simplicity and rest that you can only find in one place on earth: The Kruger National Park. I was blessed to visit the park at least once a year growing up, and cherish the memories of every one of those trips. There are so many things that I love about Kruger: That smell when you enter your chalet; the sun's warmth on your skin; the sound of sonbesies singing; early-morning runs along Shingwedzi's camp fence; an abundance of afternoon naps; and campfires and braais almost every evening. I should have appreciated those trips a lot more growing up!
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