Gone is the North West er that gently blew wind into my sails to nudge me across the ocean. Gone is the days of hanging round the yacht club, staring endlessly at the ocean. Gone is the days of sleeping late and working from home. Gone is the days of waiting till late morning so I can miss all the traffic.
Back is the howling South Easter that rattles my rigging and pushes me to the edge, just waiting for my yacht to broach. Back is the days of sitting in traffic for 2h30 hours a day. Back is the early to rise to beat the worst part of traffic, arriving at work just in time to make the morning meeting.
I started this week at Heart of Healing based in the center of Cape Town city. I will be running one of their projects, Charity Wines. We raise funds for different charities in the wine lands, including funds for children with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.
As soon as the dust has settled and the traffic noise has died down, I will be able to blog again.
3 comments:
More i do search about sailing I realise that only daydreamers want it so bad.Keep on sailing means keep on dreaming...Wish you the best!
We sailors all dream about sailing all day, especially in long borring meetings.
Dreams do become reality
Can feel that...
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