Though I am not traveling anywhere these days... this makes sense. Shocking Prophetic Timeline Reveals What's Next!

Though my husband and myself are only going about an hour or an hour and a half away for a week or so at most nowadays, I have a feeling that I will be doing quite a lot of spiritual travel in this season. 

If I had not grown spiritually, now is the time to praise Him till I do. And Praise Him till this all goes over. 

Excited for this season of staying-at-home and hosting other travelers!

To Places Dangerous and Reputable...

I traveled to Dunoon

And I waited for the appropriate time to publish my findings.

I got as far as the Taxi rank on a few visits. Not hard or dangerous. Just practical.

Another time I was dropped by one taxi... and left by the next. All alone and at the mercy of a people whose language I little understood, and culture I am still in the dark about. But Fascinated. A tale for another time.

I went on a walkabout with some evangelist friends on another outing, and was amazed at whom I met, and what I found as a result.

We showed that we were fellow human beings, a group of people who don't usually walk around in Dunoon, mixed with a few locals.

We walked, we networked, we listened and we encouraged. Then, since I had not been eating for quite some time, my headache started and I needed a drink.

How amazing it was to me when someone left the conversation to go into his house, dig a glass out of his cupboard, a water bottle too, rinse the bottle and the glass and offer me a full glass of water...

And I thought the headache was going to kill me with it's pain... This fellow from Dunoon killed bad reputations with his kindness and I know his blessing was on it's way.

Protests and rebels in Dunoon? Perhaps, but if those were teenage rebellions against what they perceived an unfair and untruthful political regime... who knows?

Time To Travel for Work and Interviews

January 2016


So I traveled home by bus, and returned for another exciting year... and interviews... to my home away from home.

I no longer feel that traveling is my get-out-of-jail-free card. On the contrary. Nowadays I travel for work and friendship.

Traveling is a reward and adventure to me nowadays. It is in the waiting and on the way that I have met numerous interesting and fascinating people. Had chats that completely blew my mind, and have been able to comfort the discomforted and encourage the discouraged.

I needed to find another place to stay, so I was praying profusely. And, as though He changed the matrix just for me, I was set up to climb into the bus at 3:30 AM on a dark, but not deserted Vanrhynsdorp morning, next to a lady who had rooms to rent. It was a friendship engineered in heaven! After a long wait, tea and a walkabout for lunch, I was convinced of the rich potential this friendship and companionship could have. 

Tuesday was a day of rest and calm for me, and I received phone calls and appointments for interviews... all because I decided sometime during the holiday that I had had enough of an empty schedule, and pressure was mounting for me to get the salary I am worth.

Wednesday, two interviews were crammed into one long day. In this case, I needed to organize a friend to take me to the interview, happily I could reward her with an invitation to a social event. Friends with cars are a good source of traveling...

And what I did not expect: a surprise interview on Thursday... and success. A job with the benefits I was trusting for. Only a MyCiti bus ride away. 

Then on Friday, I went where few Louwtjies (people of my clan) have gone before... Dunoon. Not to worry: I went there with MyCiti, got the Taxi to Bellville, got dropped off at the right spot and made a new friend. "What are you doing in Dunoon?" asked the Xhosa girl sitting close next to me. "Catching a taxi, and you?" Said I, trying not to look too Afrikaans. What was going on here is quite fascinating. Not to indulge in too many racial descriptions, the cut is that black people do not think that someone as white as me would be caught dead in Dunoon... it is something like the Bronx in America...(not that I know what is going on there)... but I don't look the part. And it was probably not the wisest choice considering South Africa's explosive political climate.

Even coming back was fascinating: I sat next to an Indian - and saw some of the Bollywood music videos he was watching... then I was ushered to the Dunoon Taxi, and as I got out, I stepped past a Muslim.

When I boldly got onto the Dunoon Taxi, I sat next to a Xhosa Mama, and had a very pleasant conversation. She was fascinated that I could speak her language, and wanted to know all about where I studied it.

When she got out, a man took her place, and he was fascinated when I asked him through which suburb our taxi was heading back to Dunoon. Phoenix. I had never taken a CT - Dunoon Taxi. But I explained to him that I knew the roadmaps, I just needed labels for the physical locations as I saw them.

My trip with the Taxi was cut short. A MyCiti Station appeared at my left, beyond the robot where we were stopping. I could take my leave.

I sincerely hope that I could change negative perceptions with those small groups of people by my presence. Apparently we could only hope for the best. It is so true what Ria had advised me... do not seek to exalt yourself in the eyes of others... do not want to be a source of information. Do not want the spotlight. If you need it, God will provide it.

When I am in Dunoon, however, I catch the attention, because I look different. And the travel... it is rewarding me.

Time to Travel

Time to Travel

Every time I feel like I lose my motivation to do things, to plan, to arrange things that are seemingly unimportant but urgent, I start planning my next overseas trip.

Oh, no, I don't have the money to actually get on the plane and go there... but I do like to dream and plan my stay to the last t. It enables me to keep on dreaming about something, since so many times critical people want to put proverbial pins in my most amazing balloon-like dreams. These are untouchable, because I don't share them.

The power of them lies, of course, in the fact that I use them for self-motivation. I know how far I would go for these long-term dreams. To get myself motivated on the short run, I dream about the next musical instrument I'd buy. I'd practice and practice the Piano... but sometimes I'd dream about playing the 'cello... especially when I heard a special track combining 'cello and piano music.

But hey, I normally finish what I start.. except for when I take on seven things at once. "The best way to get things done," my dad used to say, "is to do them one by one..." Wise words - but so hard to heed. I always wonder when I will be able to do that... stay calm and do things one-by-one... Okay then, it is an acquired habit.

When I was in high school, I sort of lived by the motto "If you want to be the best, you have to train with the best..." strange motto for a girl...  And so, instead of focusing on one subject till I had all of my homework done in it, I would oscillate between two subjects - when I got tired of math, I would practice scales; when I could not handle Science anymore, I went on to... and so, I taught myself a profound type of attention-deficiency. But I kept on questioning, making mind maps and writing summaries on index cards... So it sort of worked... 

But then I became a professional student. And I love that. Through books I have gone many places, the most perfect classrooms, the most enthralling languages and perfect grammar structures, the most interesting art scenes and the sweetest melodies...yes, they are locations found within the realm of human existence.

In 2008 I made an experiment. I actually went for a jog every morning and thanked my Creator for an all-expenses-paid overseas trip. Twelve months later I was in England for three weeks. All expenses paid.

I never knew where I would go, or what I would spend. It was all done for me. All for free. So, all my dreaming never worked... but my thanking actually did. 

The next time I went overseas (2011) I went in search of healing, in search of meaning to tough career mistakes...to the Golden City of Jerusalem, to see how others dealt with the bitterness and pain that comes from rejection and persecution. Attacks and fear. Victimization and hatred. 

This time I planned profusely. Writing down every bit of information I could. Currencies, prices, exchange rates, travel-plans... Then a friend gave me a Joy Magazine and I found an advertisement in it. Sweet. All I had to do was pay the bill.

Home. Plan. Overseas Trip. This season these words are antonyms. Yes, because nobody is blessing me to go anywhere. They don't understand or know what it was like to be 'locked-up' in hostel for 17 years. Free weekends, but for those who knew what it's like, it's tough. 

Everyone is telling me, prodding me to settle. I am ready, but far from eager. If there's another heartbreak around the corner, I'd rather run a marathon. Or travel. 

When all the pressure of society becomes too much... or I can't do things one-by-one... I think it is time for a bit of fun... time to plan a trip. Time to travel.