6/6
I’ve just said my good-bye to Kelly as she boards her flight to New York. It’s been a long and somber day. The farewell to everyone who accompanied us to the Hoedspruit airport was one of the most difficult ever. There was a full caravan of people and that made good-bye no easier.
I had a long time to think about my stay at Moholoholo. It feels as if I’v been there are ages, but at the same time the end came far too quickly. The amazing people I’ve met have made the experience far richer than I ever expected. We were all able to banter and beat one another up. I know though I can never have the same experience twice and it is a bittersweet thought.
While I went horseback riding on Saturday I got to know the owner, Kate, of Whipalong. She runs the horse rehab center and I grew quite fond of her. I am seriously considering volunteering there next year. Our ride through the bush was phenomenal. Just being back in an English saddle and on Edge the ex-race horse was enough for me.
Kelly and I had a marvelous last night and day Moholo. We pushed the common room tables together so we could all eat as a Moholo familiy. The cherry on top was Bessie’s incredible pudding she made earlier. The rest of the night was spent having crazy shinanigans which will remain undisclosed. Kelly and I explored the Jo Berg airport and had our own little adventure with the plentiful hours of our lay over. I had my first experience with a Duty-free store.
I have an 18 hour flight alone ahead of me and I am actually excited to be going home, though I wouldn’t object to returning in a week or two. Now that my head is filled with plans and adeventures for the future my heart races with the adrenaline of what life has in store for me next. I just know that this is not the final chapter.
