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It’s not often you find a company that just gets you. There’s goosebumps in the beginning, and you always find ways to impress each other. There’s small amounts of compromise, and hardly any fighting. Conversations flow, and there’s no complaints when you haven’t shaved (um, not that that’s ever happened). You get excited every time you see it, and it gives you enough space to enjoy “me time”. It’s not often you find a company that also stands for something. One that places its people ahead of its profits, and makes long hours feel short. A company whose leaders are “one of us,” and whose openness to change and experimentation come with wider arms than that of a Wandering Albatross’...

It’s been 3 weeks since we left sunny South Africa, and based on popular beliefs, new habits should have formed by now. The get-up-early-to-get-cracking-with-the-day routine of everyday life should be all but a distant memory. On the contrary, we are on a very strict schedule – those who know me will understand my need for structure (and my love for schedules). Sure, we’re no longer waking up to an annoying alarm, but rather allowing our natural sleep cycle to function on its own; and leaving our house doesn’t involve long, painful sessions in the morning traffic; but our get-up-early-and-get-to-work habit definitely hasn’t gone anywhere. When planning our journey, we spent a lot of time referencing the Godfather of creative sabbaticals,...

Leading up to our departure, we obviously had to get rid of, *ahem, throw away and sell* a lot of our stuff. When crossing borders, every last gram is precious. With a baggage allowance of 30kg each, and hand luggage allowance of 7kg each, Steve and I were faced with quite a feat – how to compress and diminish our entire lives into 74kg. That’s like one person. An average height, average weight human that needed to eat all our belongings, and hop on-board with us. Phew. For those of you who know me well, I am a little bit of a clothing collector…ok ok, clothing hoarder. I own(ed) 7 watches, multiple pairs of boots, tons of dresses, and all the...

Word of the day – WERFEN.  (Ver-fenn) The first time I heard of it, I thought it was one of those wafers that go so well with tea. You know those hazelnut ones… … … Cool, well it’s far from it. Chanel and myself were asked to go to Werfen with my aunt Romana and, well, you know, being on sabbatical and all, we have the time. So why not? We jumped onto the Autobahn, and bolted past Salzburg towards the Untersberg mountains (apparently loads of tourists get lost in them every year… and are never seen again; I think I know why – they are all living in the small secluded town of Werfen). It has a bar, a...

Here we are. Post number 1 and, iconically, 50 days until we leave for the craziest journey we’ll probably ever have. Eeeeeeeek! It’s actually sinking in now – we have less than 2 months to finalise travel itineraries, sell the remainder of our stuff, transfer ZARs to EUROs, and get some thermals for the snow (I know right – typical Southern Hemisphereans – no clue what to wear in the snow, ha), before we set off on a trip around the world (ok, technically not around as there will be some back and forth through Europe and then maybe a little up and down Downunder, but ‘around the world’ sounds so much better). For both of us, Johannesburg has been...
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