Stood in the line at the border with a few other teams. Last stamp. Boom. And then suddenly we were back in South Africa.
What just happened?
It really is bitter sweet to be home. Strange. Quiet. Slightly empty. Familiar but slightly surreal. We arrived back in a sleepy Jozi city quietly enjoying its Sunday afternoon. Suburban dogs lazed at their gates. Cold pigeons puffed about on telephone lines. A hadeda or two ka-ed. Not much has changed here. And that in itself feels weird. Having seen and done and learnt and experienced so much, it's always a bit weird to realize that nothing much ever changes. And that in itself is a lesson.
The surreal post-Put Foot haze lasted about a week. Society tried its best to crawl back into our skin and it was difficult to snap back to the reality of life, work, friends and family. We are all waiting to see how long we can hold onto our super chilled relaxed holiday vibes. I think it has been 2 weeks so far and still going strong.
It's difficult to put into words what it was like to spend 17 days in a car travelling through Southern Africa. And I am not entirely sure it is something you can understand until you do it yourself. Life on the rally was good. Relaxed. Easy. We lived by the sun and made up the rules on the way. We didn't shower if we didn't feel like it. And no one cared. We fought like siblings. Partied like animals. Laughed like mad. We wore no makeup. Shorts and t-shirts were standard. And now I wake up every morning and stare blankly into my cupboard wondering how work might feel if I arrive in my Put Foot crew shirt, flip flops and a buff.
Life is good. And it's been one hellava ride. And so now begs the question; "What's next?!"
"The road goes on forever, and the party never ends."
It's hard to place straight into phrases what it had been enjoy spending 19 nights in a car venturing by way of Southern Africa.Gold For RS
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