iafrica.com: Cape Town to Cork
It’s Tuesday night and I’ve just finished hanging up my laundry. I left the washing in the machine for too long so my clothes will have a damp, musky smell once they’ve finished drying. Not a huge crisis in the scheme of things, but an issue nonetheless in my little hum-drum world.
I stare at the lifeless pieces of cloth draped over the infuriatingly fiddly clothes horse and something catches my attention: A t-shirt I purchased whilst travelling in Egypt. Suddenly visions of pyramids, dry desert winds caressing golden sands and turquoise oceans intoxicate my mind. I think its time to shake things up.
