|Big Daddy contemplating his next move.|
“Sighting of the Day in the Bush”
|And, here are our girls!|
I can’t wait to get back to Marloth Park. Our animal friends were filling our days and night in awe and wonder while our human friends enriched our lives in more ways than we can count.
Currently, we’re living in a foreign country with no working debit/ATM card and have no way to access our bank accounts for cash. We reordered the cards yesterday to be sent to our mailing service in Nevada and we’ll have them ship them to us via overnight delivery by DHL.
|Frank and The Mrs. sharing pellets with the guineafowl who’ve recently returned to our garden after being away for a few months.|
In reality, there’s no such thing as overnight delivery here in South Africa. We expect it will take a week to receive them. I could go on and on about other recent issues mostly fueled by incompetence and/or neglect by various entities but the reality remains clear in my mind, it’s time to let all of this go and return to the issue of our happy and fulfilling lives on the move.
We always knew, at some point, health issues would halt our travels either permanently or for a period of time. The period of time befell upon us on February 2nd when Dr. Theo did an exercise stress test on me to discover I have serious heart disease, a mere two months ago.
Its been a whirlwind since that date; a whirlwind of surgeries, complications, tons of medications and an amount of worry and concern experienced by both of us.
Even when we tried to check into this hospital on Friday, we sat at the check-in counter with a rep calling our credit card company wondering why the above referenced ZAR 130000, US $8967 charges to prepay this portion of the bill when we knew the card was good.
|Mom and Baby mongoose huddled together on the lookout for food.|
After a stressful hour sitting at that desk, wondering what we were going to do, only to discover that the handheld credit card machine wasn’t working. With a different machine, it went through in seconds. After all, TIA (this is Africa). We should have known.
Within hours I was in “theatre” having surgery on my legs. I may go in for a second surgery, depending on the results of the culture done after the last surgery. We’ll see how it goes.
In any case, it’s time to let all of this go, to focus on recovery, to focus on the opportunity we’ve been given to continue to live our dream. In a mere 41 days, we’ll leave for Ireland to live in a lovely home on the sea in beautiful historic Connemara.
What a wonderful way to roll into the next phase in our travels, a little wiser, a little more cautious and a lot more grateful than we ever imagined possible. In the past, our gratefulness revolved around the opportunity to travel the world and make it work financially; to a have one another to share it with; to having the ability and resourcefulness to cohesively make it meaningful and important as it enriched our lives.
|Kudu, bushbuck, and wildebeests relaxing in the garden.|
But, now the gratefulness has gone beyond the above in an entirely new way…the gratefulness for another day of life having dodged not a bullet, but a cannonball that gives me… gives us another chance.
What we do with this chance is entirely up to us; we can treasure is as the gift it is or we can fall back into our pleasant routine of planning, booking and traveling. We chose the “gift” for all that it represents, for all that it inspires within us and for all that we’ll share along the way.
Thank you for being on this journey with us. In many ways, it’s just begun.
Photo from one year ago today, March 31, 2018:
|She’d nibble on the pellets but we never saw him take a single bite. He was more interested in her than he was in snacking. For more details, please click here.|