to travel

I look at these beautiful slides taken by my father as he and my mum traveled through Morocco, Zaire, and through many wonderful countries on their journey to South Africa. It was only last night as steve and i sat by the bbq cooked our yummy steaks, talking of all the amazing places we have travelled to. Our favourite last night, as it always changes, was Samuc Champay -not sure of spelling- but it is a little town in the hills of Eastern Guatamala, as has become a tourist spot because of this rare formation of sandstone rock that has been worn away by a raging river so the river now goes underground, and above is the mineral rick water that seeps through the limestone and creates aqua blue, tiered pools that are surrounded by cool rainforest walks. The backpackers there was memorable. It was about then that we started to talk about opening up our own.. It was run on a volunteer basis, so plenty of people feeling very important, but still very organised. You put your name down for the vego meal each night, and as the dinner bell rang you sat and ate a beautiful set meal. The rooms were funky and the river ran straight past the backpakers and ran really fast, so that all they had put there was a rope to hang onto or you could catch a ride upstream and hire a tube. Hence the need for the rope as we soon found out you quickly get sucked into a very low bridge downstream..My favourite memory is the fireflys. At dusk there were hundreds of them in the grass. Absolutley amazing! A warm night, some local rum and to sit and watch the fire flys that just fascinated me makes me smile.

And while I am on the random subject of my travels, another favourite shot of mine, that makes me smile from the tips of my bare feet to the top of my sunburnt head.