Life Happens in Australia as well

Those of you who have been following my almost weekly Dear Migrant to the Great South Land letters, may have grown accustomed to the mostly positive vibe that I try to write my pieces in. I am a positive person. I usually have a half-full glass type of personality. I definitely subscribe to my mum’s…

How to avoid a Swooping Magpie

“Let’s walk to Kalahari,” I instructed the boys. It was a beautiful spring day and the coffeeshop is about a kilometre away. The trek began and we were enjoying the first rays of sun warming us up, when out of nowhere a swooping black and white thing came right for my mister 8 (at that…

How Migration Changed Me

I read in a blog how people suddenly find themselves with a changed personality. Many relate how they were once extroverted with opinions abounding, but how the expat experience have made them more introverted, more inclined to listening before venturing to share their opinions with others. It is true of me as well, to some extent.…

Food Memories and Snags

I am sitting in Kalahari, Clarkson and am surrounded by biltong, droëwors, Mrs. Balls chutney, All Gold Tomato Sauce, Spur pink sauce, Oros cordial, Wilsons Cream Caramels, Ouma’s dunking rusks (the Aussie name for beskuit) and Simba chippies! None of those taste sensations really draws me anymore. The 17th of August 2015 was our 7…

Enjoy the little things

There is this saying about small minds being amused by small things… and it may be what you will think after I relate this little tidbit about our initial weeks in the Great South Land. You have heard about my amusement with an honesty tin, my joy at being able to put petrol on my…

Doing the Right Thing

Of the many new things that I have encountered in Australia two still makes me smile when I walk away, no, make that three. Number one An honesty tin. On many of the smaller roads especially in rural communities you may find produce next to the road, sans a cash register or attendant, with a…