I have never been overseas. I’ve been to Mozambique, as a child and young adult, but I have never boarded a plane to another continent. Friends ask why I’ve never been, and it’s just that I’ve never really *wanted* to go. For real. I’ve been busy planning and setting up a life for myself, and enjoying any free time it offered. The thought of getting a visa, organizing everything, travel arrangements – it sounds like too much admin and hard work to me. Maybe I’m just too lazy, or I don’t know enough about the world to want to go anywhere specific. Sure I love a few artists, writers and there are museums that I’d like to see, but the thought of spending a small fortune to see Oscar Wilde’s grave is not something that was ever on my list of priorities.

I also really love South Africa – we

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