Far From Home

Tell us about the farthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

hennenman train

It’s really difficult being the perpetual traveler in your soul, but not ever having done anything about it.

I have never left South Africa, let alone the continent and there are so many places I would love to see.  Jacques and I are planning our first road trip to discover all the hidden secrets of South Africa, thereafter we plan to venture into Africa and next, conquer the world!  You have no ideal how my feet itch at the idea to take a back-pack and just head off in a direction.  There are only two things which would make me happier than that materializing!

For the sake of this post I am not counting moving house from Johannesburg to Cape Town, which would have been the longest trip I ever took.  When I think of travelling, two memories jump to mind.  I think it must also have been these which cultivated a wandering spirit in me.

hennenman to durban

Hennenman to Durban


When we were little, June school holidays meant one thing and one thing only – the long trip to Durban.  First we would spend 2 days preparing snacks and all sorts of finger foods.  The packing happened by magic (thanks Moekie!).  The next step was to get my great-grandfather on the train to Witbank for his annual 3 month retreat to warmer climates.  Finally, the early morning trip.  My gran would usually bundle us into the car at around 4 am.  With all the excitement, there was of course was no sign of sleep.  Every now and then my grand-father would stop to stretch his legs and we would tuck into the choice of snacks, topping it off with hot, sweet Rooibos tea.  Yummy!  My gran sure could bake up a storm!  Halfway there we would stop for a barrel Kentucky Fried Chicken.  At the time they gave it to you in this huge Styrofoam container – I miss those!  After about 6 and a half hours, which felt like an eternity, we would reach our destination and the holiday could begin: sun, sea, rickshaws and curry pineapple on a stick!

hennenman to johannesburg

Hennenman to Johannesburg

The second journey that comes to mind is a completely different one.  It’s the one where I left home at 18, leaving the dust of the Free State behind to start fresh in Johannesburg – the City of Gold, the city of opportunity and hope!  I traveled by train and thoroughly enjoyed the knowledge that every second the train moves gives me a bigger distance between where I’ve come from, bringing me closer to what I want to be.  I’ve loved train rides since that day.  It’s been far too long though and I should definitely make a plan some time soon!

This prompt have awakened an anew itch in my feet and it’s time for my travelling shoes to be dusted off, soon!

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Cross-country journey

You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, or car? (Or something else entirely — bike? Hot air balloon?)

A friend shared this photo on Facebook and it immediately spoke to me:


I have never had the opportunity to fly and it is most definitely on my bucket list.  Those who know me would probably say that I would therefore select the airplane.  I am going to shock them all by saying that my chosen mode of transport would be either by train or, even better, hiking.

The town I grew up in had one of the main railway stations between two major towns and I used to love listening to the sound of the trains going by.  Once we took a trip from the Free State to Durban and it was just magical.  It is something that Luke has never experienced so I see it as my motherly duty to let him experience it at least once (apart from the fact that I am dying to go on a train ride again!).

As far as the hiking goes, I love walking.  It is the best therapy for any internal issue you need to sort out and you get some solid exercise as an added bonus.  It has always been a dream of mine to take a backpack and just walk.  Do a cross-country up to the Free State to visit my mom or take the scenic route around the coastline to visit my brother perhaps.  Being a mom makes that ideal just a bit difficult.  Add to that the fact that I am a woman, and you have a recipe for disaster.  It is so unfair that men can just up and leave to do stuff like that, but we have to think and re-think about safety and all that jazz!

Why take the slow coach (pun intended) when travelling by bus, car or airplane are much faster?  Life is so rushed and we can all do with a bit of unwinding.  Taking the slower option also gives you a much better opportunity to explore the countryside, which is the reason for a road trip right?

So there you have it, for me it is travelling at a snail’s pace.  Here is what others had to say: