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…

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…

When deciding to move Down Under

We have all done it, and many of us will continue to do it. We have tried to sell Australia. We say, “Come, it is the best thing you can ever do. Your kids will thank you. You will be a fool if you do not take the opportunity. This is the land of milk…

A Post about Rubbish

If there is one thing you do not want to be caught out on, it is being late putting out the rubbish bin! One morning I was still in that state between awake and asleep, though more asleep than awake, when I hear the well known roar of the rubbish truck’s engine and the peep,…

These boots are made for walking

I do not run. I do not even jog. There have been times where I felt that running was the way to go and that I could attempt a go at triathlon. I was a provincial cyclist (Free State and Northern Free State) and I can swim but running, no-no-no-no! In my mind I have…

The big clean before the groot trek

Our joyous days arrived somewhere during the year of 2008. The year of the loadshedding advent. The job offer was approved and accepted and the company agreed to pay for our trek. And a trek it was. The people of the moving companies came and quoted and above all advised on the cleaning of our…

Come humble or be humbled

Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey. We walked into a Maccas (Mac Donalds) in Yanchep (a beautiful small coastal town about 15 minutes’ drive from Clarkson, where the Venter Four resides. The store manager (if I had to guess I would say he was Phillipino) took my order, “What will it be, honey?”…

Remember – when in Rome…

I truly hope that my intelligence shows in the writings that I post. I must admit though, that being a fresh-of-the-plane migrant reduced my IQ (who cares about IQ, EG and SQ?) dramatically! The first three days were bliss as we did not really have to talk to too many people. It was the familiar…