In my hand is a boarding pass and on it are three letters in bold: SFO. The ticket agent treated this as a very routine check-in. She tucked the boarding pass into my passport and handed it over the counter like I was just another passenger. Like I wasn’t someone who was about to…
It had been my assumption that Cape Town would be similar to San Francisco. This was based on nothing beyond the inarguable fact of it being a city built beside the ocean. But as I piloted our rented Volkswagen away from the airport (internally singing to myself: “left side, left side, we drive on the…
Never in my life have I been so aware of the sun’s comings and goings. We rose at the ungodly hour of 3:45am in order to make the drive from Cape Town to the seaside town of Gansbaai, where our day’s activity would commence. As we neared our destination, the sky began to lighten, illuminating…
Somewhere Seeking 