homesick

Just been watching an episode of Cooked, a show about a guy cooking his way around 4500km of South Africa with a group of friends. It's being shown on one of the less appealing of the 600+ channels that are fed into my home-you know, one of the ones that chooses a random assortment of shows and repeats them every 4 hours for days on end. Cooked is normally sandwiched between a biography of Matt leBlanc and Thomas Cook last-minute offers.

I'm feeling utterly bereft! Everything is so familar and yet so far away.The soundtrack is littered with The Usual, Hog Hoggidy Hog and Kalahari Surfers.People wear kikois as skirts during the day and shawls at night. Justin drinks 'spoek en diesel' and borrows a pan from a local householder since he's forgotten his-making his request hanging out the van to someone in a house that is never erxpected to be anything but a single storey. They make pap with Snowflake flour to go with the waterblommetjie bredie.

Then I get a text from home that makes me want to go home and cuddle my family.

It's only a few months til I go home. I'll get some Steers chips and buy some of their salt to bring back. I'll go up the mountain and look for whales in Hermanus and go to the Waterfront to stock up at the Aromatic Apothecary (and hope the fabulously-named love, revenge and cappucio is still there). I'll revel in being with my family, in my hometown. Doesn't get much better than that