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Oribi Mom: Yellowed Collars, Old Photos and Time Passing

“Ordering school photos might not be a thing in a few more years. I think I’ll miss it.”

May 16, 2024

How do you get sun-cream stains out of white school shirt collars? Tell me you’re a mother without telling me you’re one.

Apparently, a combo of baking soda, vinegar and fairy dust works. Other suggestions that have come up on searches included toothpaste, lemon juice, sunshine and a paste of Vanish. The collars are still yellow.

Maybe it’s the hard water on the farm here. Maybe it’s my woefully lacking knowledge of the types of material and what each needs to stay sparkling white.

Don’t bleach it, say the eco-conscious and the health nuts. (Also, this fades out the school badge!)

So, on photo day, it’s the least yellow collar that went on, alongside a hope and a prayer that Photoshop includes whitening collars in annual photo shoots. Say cheese, but don’t spill any of the yellow onto the collar, please.

These school photos really are something. It’s one day a year, but from my own school career, it was often the only photo.

I came from the era before digital photos. That time when mommies who could attend sports or other events had to bring a tripod or a steady hand and an extra spool to capture one or two good images of us precious darlings. Sports photos? Hopeless.

I have vivid memories of walking into Clicks to collect that little packet of developed photos. It smelled funny. Mom would flip through the photos and laugh or snort at the blurs, missed shots, and fingers in front of the lens. She’d take the good ones and put them into real-life albums with sticky plastic things you lift up.

When they get old, the photos don’t stay behind them anymore and get all mixed up when you take the photo album off the dusty bookshelf. But the images are still there. Immortal, for a while. That eighties hair on my friends’ moms was something else, I tell you. Perms, beehives, and bright colours stand out, even in faraway group photos.

It jogs the memory, even if you have to flip back a few pages to slip the lost photo into its correct place. In the history of things, photos feel like treasure to me. A silent glimpse into what’s come and gone that speaks far louder than many of the stories people tell.

Ordering school photos might not be a thing in a few more years. I think I’ll miss it.

Oh, and the answer is that green sunlight soap bar, of course. That’s the cure for yellow stains and everything else you want to sparkle.

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Oribi Mom: Mammal Watching Dreams That Could Come True

“When we came home to South Africa, it was like a warm hug, filled with hadeda and trumpeter hornbill cries, screeching francolins and twittering prinias.”

Did you know that mammal watching is now a thing in the world? Not the safari kind we’re so privileged to have as part of growing up in South Africa, but the cousin of bird watching with lists and databases and counts and tours.

I love birds, but I’m not technically a twitcher that’s accumulating species on my life list. I haven’t seen even 1,000 of the 11,000 bird species that we have on the globe. Maybe one day.

But, this mammal watching thing is another exciting discovery for me. There are around 6,000 mammal species on earth. Lots of them are hundreds of different rodents and bats, but many of the big ones are more well-known.

South African Birds and Game Reserves Are Truly Something  Special

I’ve always loved our trips to game reserves. It’s the one thing I sorely missed when we lived in South Korea for a few years.

Aside from the magpies that supposedly eat children’s teeth (apparently, the Tooth Mouse doesn’t know where Korea is), there wasn’t much going on in the way of wildlife in South Korea. Very few birds. One dead snake. A lot fewer insects than I’m used to seeing at home, too. It felt a little sterile at times, and not in a good way.

When we came home to South Africa, it was like a warm hug, filled with hadeda and trumpeter hornbill cries, screeching francolins, twittering prinias, and the boo-boo-boop of the beautiful bou bous that like to wake up my babies in the late afternoon.

I missed our butterflies and our funny-looking grasshoppers. I missed the duikers that graze on the pavements in the cities, and the knobly warthogs that zip around with their tails up through the farms. There’s so much life here.

All We Need To Do Is Start Looking Around

Investigating the mammal watching thing has also made it even more exciting to realise how many animals are right here. South Africa has a ubiquitous striped weasel. It’s everywhere but nobody sees them much because they’re shy. Just imagine what we could find in our slice of the gorge here with some heat sensors and very large camera zooms!

Aside from more large and venomous creatures than we might care to admit, there may just be hundreds of mammals all around us, hiding in plain sight. I’ll try to open my eyes a little more while I’m running or out with the dogs at the waterfall. I’ll listen for the rustling and look up when the puff backs chirp their alarm calls. That’s how they told us about a boomslang the other day.

I could see 6 000 species of mammals and 11 000 species of birds in my lifetime. How amazing! All I need is free time, a boatload of money for travel and equipment, and a bit of luck. But maybe I’ll start with a subscription to National Geographic or something. And some more walks down into the gorge forests below my house.

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Oribi Mom: Ever-Changing Gardens for Those Who Walk in Them

“It’s time to prune in order to grow.”

 

The thorn tip that attacked my wrist is finally out, and the scratched-up wrists and arms are almost healed already. This garden is thorny, and I’ve left it quite a long time to itself with small babies growing in me, and then being on my hip these last few years.

But this time of year is the final opportunity to get things chopped and pruned and weeded while everything is dry and dying. It’s easier to pull things out. It’s also easier to see into the dense bush and tree in case there are one of the many venomous snakes hiding. We have so many here.

Blood, Sweat, and Some Tears in Our Thorny Garden

So, bleeding arms, blisters, and cut up shins are just par for the course when trying to handle lantana and the many other thorny things I’m trying to get under control.

There’s even an extremely poisonous vine that pops up, with three pronged leaves. Apparently, there are a few species around. The ones with purple flowers are okay. The orange-flowered ones have poisonous fruit and leaves, so even pulling them out is a bit treacherous.

There’s always a bit of sadness, too, at seeing the gaping holes in the garden where the weeds were or where we chop it back. But come summer, that fills in rather quickly. I’m almost through the blackjacks here now. But the moon-shaped burrs are still going crazy. They’re much harder to pull out than blackjacks, too. We’ll get there.

Looking Back, It’s Worth It

If I look back at the garden we arrived to six years ago, or rather the dense, weed-filled bush that surrounded the house, a little bit of pride pops up at how far it’s come. It’s still bushy and rough, but it’s beautiful to me. It’s growing and changing. It’s thinning out here and there and showing some results for all my hours of work.

Like our family that is growing up faster than the weeds, it’s worth the struggles and the blood. And in twenty years or so, we might look back in wonder at all the progress. I hope so.

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Oribi Mom: Family Menagerie Might Not Be Done Yet

“Our little farm seems to be becoming a haven for these beautiful creatures.”

It seems like an awfully long time ago that we had chickens and rabbits in the garden. That season was such a sweet time, watching the boys grow up with pecking, cackling hens, collecting eggs, and then cuddling sweet white rabbits whenever they could catch them.
The baby rabbits were really adorable; fluffy and soft and warm.

But the mamba these pets attracted wasn’t adorable. And we didn’t venture to replace the pets after the season had reached a natural end. Recently, though, we were very happy to add Marley, I mean Ranger, to our family. He has slotted right in like he’d always belonged here. He’s brought such laughter and antics to every day spent with his beloved farm boys.

He lets the youngest climb on him and pull his floppy lips, so patient and gentle as he helps us teach them the meaning of ‘gentle’ in such practical ways. He entertains the three year old, playing with toys and running together in the garden. And he’s a great watch dog too, even letting us know when the eagle owls have come to play with the lawn crickets at night.

So, of course, when another person was moving overseas and looking for a home for their two snoops, they came to us, too. And since we’re already taking care of Ranger and he’s taking care of us, it seemed only natural to say yes without hesitation. Hopefully, it’s a great decision. We’ll let our Ranger decide when his two new companions arrive soon.

Do you need a home for your beautiful aging Labrador? Our little farm seems to be becoming a haven for these beautiful creatures. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Oribi Mom: Clicking My Heels Because There’s No Place Like Home

“What a blessing to be right here.”

So, we had our first parent’s meeting the other day. It was just before school. My one-year-old came with us and played on the mat. We sat down and listened to how our sweet four-year-old is navigating RR. But all that my brain managed to process in those first few minutes was, “How did I get here?”

From the Classroom to an Exotic Beach

I had this flashback to lying on a slightly scratchy bamboo lounger reading a faded old novel I’d found at the reception desk that morning. The cobalt and turquoise sea was just ten metres in front of us. It was gorgeous in the sunlight, despite a few clouds left over from a recent cyclone that had passed through the central Philippines. We had endured a few days of rain with more sleep, more reading, and a cheap massage or two. Now, we were back in the sun and waiting for the tide to come in a bit so we could get to the reef.

It was quite sharp and rocky near the shore, but once you got deeper, the reef stretched for several kilometres in either direction. If you were lucky, one or two lazy hours with a snorkel and a rash vest brought endless colours; parrot fish, octopus, banded sea kraits, zebra fish, peacock shrimps and so much more. If you were really lucky, there would be a few green turtles or leatherbacks swimming by, close enough to follow but never slow enough to touch. Amazing!

But, here I was sitting on a yellow plastic chair as my son’s teacher spoke about our little boy. I’m almost a mom of three! We have lived in one place for almost five years, a record for us both. We undertook a quest in the Bornean jungle to find some of the last wild Pygmy elephants – and found them after five days! Now, I was watching my toddler happily dumping out every toy container he could find in his brother’s classroom, right before school.

There’s no place like home

How did we get here indeed. Life doesn’t stop for soaked-to-the-bone speedboat rides from Malaysia into Thailand. It only lets you remember all the fantastic things you’ve seen along the way. Maybe it was the sun rays on the wall that suddenly drew me back to our adventures.

As I listened to how much my boy has grown and learned, I had another thought. “What a blessing to be right here!” This is home now, with two tiny boys starting their own adventures alongside us. I could never have imagined how things would turn out while I searched the tree tops for that one wild orangutan we found, but I’m so glad that we kept going. It’s a new day, and I’m happy to be living in it.

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Cape Town

March 2016

Hello Cape Town!

2016-03-09 16.33.28Travelinds spent a sunny March week in the beautiful city of Cape Town, South Africa.

Coming to the Mother City from up north as a child, one definitely does not appreciate the spectacular beauty of the Western Cape peninsula in all its fullness.

This was a visit to family rather than tourism, however, we still managed to see a good deal of the sights on offer.

The enormous group of German tourists that followed us out of the airport was a reminder of just how desirable Cape Town is as a tourist destination for international travellers. It wasn’t difficult to see why this is once we started looking around the city.

 

Muizenberg

Muizenberg was the home base, with its quaint beach village vibe, mixed with a little surf, turf and creativity.
The small colourful houses that line the streets of the village are interspersed with cafes and galleries and decorated with the individual flair of the ecclectic residents.

The iconic wooden changing rooms along the beach create a multicoloured background for fun family holidays; for South Africans and tourists alike.

The black shark spotting flag beckons swimmers and surfers into the False Bay waves, while the wary-eyed shark spotters sit high up on the side of the mountain watching the bay for shadows and fins that would change the flag status.2016-03-08 16.37.38

A late afternoon walk along the promenade towards St.James proved a wet choice as the high tide crashed over the rocks and soaked us through (a few times). The experienced railway maintenance team sat up on their elevated perch and laughed at us, again and again. So, technically, we dipped more than our toes in the waters of False Bay.

Simon’s Town and Boulders Beach

2016-03-09 16.25.58Since we were staying in the southern suburbs, we took an afternoon to go and explore the area around Simon’s Town (which is between Muizenberg and Cape Point).

Fish Hoek, Kalk Bay and St. James are a few places on the way worth a look, and maybe a beach or tidal pool swim.
The little fishing village of Simon’s Town is another perfect postcard destination – and the fish and chips were as amazing as promised by the guide books.

We grabbed the orders to go and headed out to find Boulder’s Beach a few kilometres down the road.

Lunch with the penguins seemed like a unique way to spend a day in Africa – even as a South African I forget that penguins are indeed one of the fascniating creatures on our wildlife list.

As soon as we caught a glimpse of the penguins waddling through the dense coastal shrubbery, we knew that this would be one for the memory bank.  The black-and-white suited African Penguin colony lives comfortably at Boulder’s Bay (which, incidentally, has enormous boulders that shelter the bay and create great nesting and resting sites).

It is a national park that you can enter if you want to swim, however, there is a wooden walkway (where you can go for free) if you just want to view the penguins from above.

This walkway also has a few nesting sites where you can see eggs, and penguins lazing in the shade of the bushes alongside dassies and birds.

Please be a responsible visitor and do not feed or disturb these cute little penguins (who do bite by the way!).

Chapman’s Peak and Constantia

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Another fun day was spent on a road trip from Muizenberg, over the mountain past Noordhoek, up Chapman’s Peak drive, down to Hout Bay, around to Constantia and out to Rondebosch.

We saw panoramic views like no other – Noordhoek beach from Chapman’s drive is breathtaking! Truly!
Where else in the world can you see beautiful mountains, sapphire oceans, white beaches, vineyards, plantations, fynbos and forests all in one place?

Chapman’s Peak is a scenic but nerve-wracking drive along the sheer cliffs, especially as the huge tour busses wind their way around the tight corners on both sides, bringing the cars on the opposite side to a hasty pause.

Hout Bay

Seagulls of Hout BayAs you descend into Hout Bay from Chapman’s Drive, remember to look out on the left for the green Hout Bay leopard statue that looks out across the bay.

Hout Bay boasts a beautiful sandy beach and an interesting harbour, with delicious seafood and exciting cruises to Seal Island and around the bay.

2016-03-12 12.54.16Our Seal Island cruise was an hour of gentle waves (despite the wind), an entertaining seal colony and views of Chapman’s Peak from the bottom of the cliffs and across the blue bay.

The Hout Bay harbour has fishing boats, yachts, awesome seafood cafes and of course, sleek hungry seals!
Remember to try a gatsby from one of the cafes.

This classic local favourite comes in delicious varieties such as steak, egg, ham, chips or fish and chips (you might want to share or take a lunch box).

Saturdays are also a great day to visit Hout Bay as this is where the market opens for local creatives to showcase their wares.  Sinnful ice-cream store across the road from the market might just keep you there longer than planned, too!

Kirstenbosch

On our last day, we extended an invitation to family and friends to join us at the famous Kirstenbosch gardens for a Sunday afternoon picnic.

At the base of Table Mountain, the gardens beckon with colourful fynbos, ancient cycads and majestic towering trees.

Table Mountain is one of the natural world wonders that Travelinds has seen. The others are Jeju Island, Puerto Princesa Underground River and Halong Bay

The Egyptian geese and the franklins spend leisurely days foraging for insects, drinking from the water fountain puddles and sleeping in the sunny grassbanks that lead up to the mountain (again, please don’t feed them).
That Sunday evening was one of the renowned summer concerts and the happy crowds started streaming in as the sun started to set.2016-03-13 17.20.35

The Linds Are Home

“Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead.”

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Welcome, friends!

Check out the Lind family’s musings, travel adventures and general craziness, and you might just marvel that we’re all still alive. This also happens to be the official home of the popular Travelinds blog. We’ve touched down for a while, although there’s always new adventures to come.  Stay tuned!

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Love,

The Linds

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Moving onward and upward, always.

The linds are home and watching the sunrise