Walking Back to Happiness

I am done. I am wet and cold and thoroughly pissed off. It is day 6 and we have now realised we have another 5km to walk, and I don’t want to. More than that, I refuse to. I’ll sit here all night if I have to, that’s how angry I am. You see, we have already walked...

I feel a tit…

It all started innocently enough. A shower at the end of a long night flight back from Cape Town. I wasn’t even looking for anything. I’d seen the adverts, read the stories, even had an Aunty that had been through it all herself, but I have to be honest, I did not...