Another mate gone. Probably packing up two and half years of SA life as I type. And then he is lost to the first world.
I think I need to stop befriending foreigners.
He used to call me “Tequila Champs” so even though I have given up that sordid spirit, I had to pull one last bottle out at his farewell. It did help us achieve the goal of seeing in Sunday’s sunrise. As well as another goal various men have been begging me for years now – the braless flash. To an audience of 2 drunken Ozzies, 1 American, 1 S.Affer, and a gay man. 30 seconds. Sometime when it was still too dark out to really feel like a stripper. Aaah, tequila and the class it brings out in me!
I think that liquid of Pan also helped to release a whole lot of thoughts and emotions later that sunny day. Right there in Fournos bakery. Thank god for sunglasses. I cannot yet decide whether this is good, or whether I should be doing damage control. Too exhausted though.
I did meet some gorgeous people that night. Always love such moments. Where everyone is just a bundle of good conversation, crazy dance moves, laughing and hugging and loving, even when you have barely processed their names. Here’s hoping to the start of some new good friendships!
Plus my MIA brother was tracked down somewhere in the UK and he advised me into a calmer place. Do I but love and am I stupidly grateful for my family! He’s told me to stop thinking beyond now. Just for awhile.
As for my travelling mate… this country is losing a good guy, who has done incredible work in Orange Farm. He ran a youth centre for kids in the community. They adored and listened to him. He respected and mentored them. He told them that if he was always pushing them to comprehend the power of education, then they had to understand why he had to return home to further studies.
I wonder how they are coping with this.
My French teacher/ friend/ second mom told me in the typically brash French way this morning that one cannot cry over spilt milk about such things. Or you’ll miss the other opportunities. And her solution… to make me befriend some more Frenchies that have just landed their Gallic selves in this town.
Hey, I guess, when one plane leaves, another one is just touching down at old Oli Tambo airport.