london

two weeks in London pass by in a daze. I cannot recall most conversations or events. I remember being held for 3 hours at heathrow upon arrival from South Africa. I remember needing to go to the passport office for new travel documents. I remember my friends plying me with alcohol to distract me. I remember stumbling to a job interview after some whiskys, and mysteriously sailing through to the second round as the interviewer turned out to be (just my luck) from cape town and spent the duration of the interview reminiscing whilst I nodded and tried to appear sober. I remember doing laundry just in time to pack again and head back to heathrow. But mainly I remember lying under the duvet wondering how the hell I screwed things up so badly.

on cape town

cape town must surely be one of the most magical cities on earth, with its spectacular scenery and vibrant mix of peoples. and surrounding it is an amazing countryside with wine, lions and cheetahs...
and somewhere in cape town, on a hill overlooking Camps Bay, is buried my heart. for although my body is now in europe, it is not whole. and it never will be again.