South africa 2008.
It's one am in the morning, it's been more than a month since i got off the plane at changi airport, and i still feel the need to blog about one of the most amazing experiences i've ever had in my entire life. and it probably will stay this way for as long as i live!
the trip to south africa was unbelievable. the people are amazing. i honestly cannot begin properly so i'll just start from the place that changed me most: entabeni.
the game reserve. honestly the only other time i've felt so moved was when i went to see the grand canyon when i was fourteen. But still i now truly believe that beauty and nature cannot be appreciated by those below 15. When i went to visit the grand canyon, i definitely remember my heart skipping a beat as i approached the gigantic canvas. I definitely remember wanting to stand there for ever just looking on even though my legs were buckling and my fear of heights was starting to get to me. but i never remember feeling awful when i left. because i never made an effort to recognise that i was looking at true beauty, something created by what was once a stream. i just looked and oohed and ahhed, but i never took it in- i never uderstood. and i know i sounded like an idiot when i said that, butit really is true. you need to visit these places only when you have the capacity to realise that what you're looking at was a gift, to show you what God was all about,and to understand that when you see these things you honestly feel
truly happy.if i hadnt gone to entabeni i would have never realised this. because i went, i saw, and i cried, and i couldn't stop smiling when we went on the game drives. I swear sitting in that jeep and riding across the grounds of entabeni made me the happiest person i the world and i dont doubt that for a minute. I started panicking after our last game drive, though, because i was afriad that i wouldnt be able to remember what i saw during te game drive- and there was a particular feeling to it- the crisp wind and the comfortably cold air- and the plainess of the view- that we were expierencing a postcard. i hate my pictures, because they're 2 dimensional and they capture NOTHING of the magic of entabeni. I cried and i cried and i cried on the bus when we left entabeni and kept looking back because i was afraid that if i forgot everything i saw at entabeni, i would never be happy again. and i would thus grow bitter and cold because i forgot the magic. haha i know i may sound naive, but i KNOW that if yo went to south af you know what i mean because it's so difficult to understand the state of mind that place puts you in.
now can you understand?
i will post about aesthetics in south africa on a later date. haha i decided today was to be about all things beauutiful
much love
