Confessions
Forgive me, it's been two months since my last confession... I no longer work and live in Hong Kong. My kitchen window is no more. I don't live high in the sky any more. I don't have a view of the mountains any more. I went to George for a month. Sat on my deck, saw the mountains at close range. Interacted with the wild life in my back yard: peacocks, guinea fowls, weavers, forked-tail drongos, hadidas, doves, buzzards, dogs, cats, tortoises, and even a mysterious hedgehog. I looked at the mountains. I looked at the trees. I made fires. I cooked. I drank wine. I hung my washing on my own line, in sunshine. My son and my daughter visited. I went to Port Elizabeth to see my mom and reunite with my school friends of 40 years ago. Surreal! Inspirational! Old friendships were cemented, new ones established. I left PE for Pretoria to kick-start my new adventure to work and live in Saudi Arabia. A vicous circle of police clea