Last February, Rich and I started the process of plotting out the details of our wedding. With a guest list that would see people flying in from the United States, Australia, Sweden, Hong Kong, and Japan, we needed to find a venue and location that could mix the tastes of East and West, spark the curiosities of all, and work as a happy mid-point for everyone.
The memories of Matopo and walking with rhinos fresh in our minds, all that was left of our trip now was to return to South Africa. From Johannesburg, Rich and I would be catching our flight home. To be honest, knowing that we would be leaving Africa in just a few days was both upsetting and a massive relief at the same time. We had had a blast and would miss being on the road, but were so happy that we’d no longer have to live out of our backpacks. Contine reading