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Chanel: “Stevo, what items of food do you think we would be, you know, if we were food?” Steve: “…” Chanel: “No, really. Do you think we’d be fresh, crispy vegetables, or super-sweet cake slices?” Steve: “…” Chanel: “Well, I know that if we both ended up on the braai, I’d be tastier.” Steve: “And I would be the serving suggestion.” Chanel: “…” The above conversation illustrates a few things: I like to ask Steve ridiculous questions (I was that kid – the one asking “whyyyy?” to every answer, and poor Dad playing along to my string of curious banter); Most of the conversations Steve and I have involve me talking 90% of the time, and Steve’s wit peeping it’s...

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...
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