Have you ever wondered where Father Christmas goes to recuperate after his mammoth Christmas month? It could be anywhere really, but I have a theory that it could just possibly be Beau Constantia Vineyard in South Africa. Here’s why… Continue reading →
Living abroad, certain differences between your home country (or wherever you’ve just moved from) and the country you have moved to are startling. They are eye-popping and jaw-dropping, immediately leaping out at you in the first days and weeks. Other differences are more subtle and take far longer to register.
I slowly noticed that one of the differences between South Africa and everywhere else I’ve ever lived is that you rarely see old people in public spaces. I don’t mean old-ER people, like the glam grannies I see hanging out at play areas or in coffee shops with their grandchildren while mum and dad are still at work. Neither do I mean the sprightly pensioners who eagerly help out with after school activities. I mean the truly elderly, the ancient, the frailest citizens.
South Africa, I really hope you don’t mind me asking this question. It has been simmering away and niggling at me for months, it is very much an observation and absolutely not a criticism. South Africa, where are your wrinkled and your wise?