Something has changed, shifted. Is it the knowledge that we are close to the end of our journey? Is it a subtle change in the smell of the air, the feel of the breeze on our skin that brings a tang of the ocean? I am not sure, but it is there.
Today we walked some of the northern shore of Inanda Dam. The size of the dam is mind boggling.
Vast bays wind and twist around, steep slopes alternately covered in thick bush and occasional homesteads, the path we took is part of the Durban Green Corridor hiking path that runs from Durban to Inanda.
Past veggie patches and homesteads,
up hills and down, past cattle and chickens,
always with the dam below us, strings of water lettuce occasionally visible across the waters.
We passed some great old Marula and Tambuti trees, watched a Fish Eagle soar over us.
We sat in the shade on the side of the dirt road at midday heat, ate our lunch and recollected some memories from the early days of the walk, unwilling to accept that 24 days can have flown by so fast.
Pens ended up at a neighbouring homestead chatting to a lad who is studying Nature Conservation, and we later quenched our thirst when we called in at a trading store and bought ice cold drinks.
The day ended with a long long walk up and down the main road, accompanied by about 30 school kids, laughing and chatting as they walked with us.
I began to blow my bushmen bubbles (those inexpensive kids soap bubbles you can buy at a stationary shop, which I always take with me) and I had a whole bunch of little ones laughing and chasing and trying to catch the bubbles – what a great ice breaker they are.
Sunset over the dam was magnificent, and we spent a great evening with Bart playing guitar after a divine meal supplied by his wife Janine – and not to forget the yummy vetkoek we bought from a roadside vendor en route home. We have seen a different side of Africa today. Looking back, the contrasts are just as they should be for our rainbow nation.