What’s in the Mystery Box? Please note this is not the actual prize – this is for illustrative purpose only.
Expat Pass the Parcel is officially closed and we have three lucky winners. Please watch the live draw below to find out if it’s YOU. Is it you? I hope it’s you. Continue reading
Tranquil Tolo Harbour, Hong Kong
You’ve surely heard of the Loch Ness monster and Big Foot? Now you can add the Terror of Tolo to that list.
What’s in the Mystery Box? Please note this is not the actual prize – this is for illustrative purposes only.
Expat Pass the Parcel?
Read on to find out how you can enter this brilliant competition and win a mystery prize.
I’d forgotten that being left handed was a thing, but recently I have been reminded once again that left-handers are navigating a right handed world. Continue reading
Hong Kong is an exciting city. It’s completely different to anywhere else we’ve lived. There are things that we like, things that we love and things we’re still getting used to. One of the biggest adjustments when moving from almost anywhere else in the world to Hong Kong is the bijou nature of the accommodation. It’s shall we say….efficiently compact. Continue reading
On our expat travels we’ve experienced a few hairy moments. There have been riots, petrol shortages, a political coup, contentious elections, minor earthquakes and an unexpectedly severe hail storm in Johannesburg. Now we can add Super Typhoon to the list. Toto, we are DEFINITELY not in Joburg any more.
This photo first appeared on the post Johannesburg’s Top Hikes. Credit Becci Monge.
Expats often talk about feeling like they are in limbo. Much of the limbo feeling is to do with the uncertainty that accompanies an impending international relocation. When it’s time to move on, the juggling act of trying to seamlessly line up new jobs, schools and housing with your shipment timed to arrive as you get the keys to your new pad is a mammoth task. It’s how I imagine living on quicksand might feel, all the goal posts shifting at the same time but in different directions, leaving you with a queasy sinking feeling.
Alongside limbo, I find that there is another feeling that can blindside you when you are in the throes of moving. It’s both liberating and terrifying. It’s a strange feeling of being completely detached and disconnected from the day-to-day life that you have been so busy building, a feeling of being cut loose and utterly untethered.
What do I mean by untethered and what on earth has it got to do with camping?
It’s been woefully quiet on the blog front. Woefully, pitifully quiet. That’s because during the long summer break, we’ve been in transit. It was our turn to pack up, ship out and move on. After five fabulous years, the sun has set on our South African adventure. It has been a huge wrench to say goodbye.
Since those first stumbling days where one child got a little too up close and personal with a lion cub and the other innocently asked whether Nelson Mandela was the guy on the red and white KFC boxes our kids have learned, experienced and grown (quite literally, height wise they are both catching up with me at an alarming rate) an enormous amount They’ve encountered many of the wild residents of African bush, learned about the unfairness of apartheid, ridden an ostrich and can recite the alphabet in Zulu.
Here are just a few of the most unusual and memorable signs we’ve encountered in South Africa. In many ways they reflect our experiences here.
