going back to primary school.
we were going to be living in mauritius for a few years - i was not too happy about leaving all my friends behind.
i was going to be sent to boarding school in kzn - but would fly back and forth every school holiday.
i recall these in granular detail, as though it were yesterday afternoon.
playing tennis at a friend's house, we were pretty much done, it was about 4.30pm, i was about to leave for home (and say goodbye to my friends).
this was playing at that very moment:
New york groove:
another from the same day
dancing in the city
next morning in the plane, music was playing while we were waiting to be pushed back from the apron and on to the runway:
voyager - halfway hotel
next up as we were being pushed back:
promises - baby it's you
my mother was a great one for sentimental souvenirs.
my boarding pass - right up in the front, smoking section (left side was smoking - right side non-smoking).
she would always remember the name of the plane - this one was named "helderberg"
our house was directly on the beach, where our front lawn ended, the beach sand began.
here we have me
my father on the front patio - the wall to ceiling wooden doors behind him are "cyclone doors", to protect the glass doors:
