Home is where I lay my hat…

I was reminded of the idiom that says you never know what you have until its gone is one the other day, walking on the Copacabana promenade early one morning with the sun fighting the wispy clouds in trying to come out.  I was grateful that the famous black and white stones on the walkway had been worn smooth by millions of Havaianas walking up and down as they didn’t hurt my bare feet as much.  My shoes had been soaked early when I got caught by a wave I didn’t see coming and I decided to walk back to the hotel some 4km away with them in my hand.  I hadn’t walked anywhere barefoot in ages.  But we used to do it all the time in Durban.  And the main strip in Rio, Copacabana Beach reminded me a lot of the golden mile in Durban.  Only Copacabana is scaled up a little bit and possibly a little more famous.  Durban is however not a 10 and 1/2 flight away.

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I’m coming home…part 1 of 2

34 Bishopfield Close.  What’s in an address?  Type it in to Google maps on your phone and it will probably take you 500m down the road to a dead end(I find google maps on the phone terribly unreliable…).  Google street view on the other hand gives an image from 2009 of 3Ps Tuckshop, complete with it’s green wheely bin outside the front gate.  I think that wheely bin eventually got stolen.  It was replaced and the replacement was also stolen.  For a long time that’s what 34 Bishopfield Close was, 3Ps Tuckshop.  But not many people actually called it that.  It was more affectionately known as Aunty Lallie’s Tuckshop, after my mother who started up the business years before that carrying a basket to the primary school on the opposite hill.  When we were young we would be able to look out from the school playground and see 34 Bishopfield Close calling us back when the buzzer went.  Time before that almost seems unfathomable but trust me, there was a time before that.  For years it was a partially completed construction site, complete with a putt putt course that only had one hole but different tees.  And golf putters fashioned from metal pipes and tree branches that bent just so.  Farther back still, and before any construction started there was a set of very uneven stairs that seemingly went up a grassy bank in every angel except flat.  A grassy bank that was extremely fun to slide down using a cardboard box but one that would occasionally wash away if the rains were too heavy. Continue reading “I’m coming home…part 1 of 2”