

Not how I expected this morning to go..
Woke up around 5:30am (Sydney time) as a South African living in Australia.
Thought to myself: oh cool, lets pop the Boks v Babas replay on while the wife and daughter are still asleep.
An entertaining game for sure. Definitely some work-ons for the Boks.
Seeing Faf slide over for a try, and the reaction from the crowd, elated with Faf’s return to international rugby, brought on an overwhelming feeling of pride and emotion which brought a few tears to my eyes.
I found myself reminiscing about all the amazing times I’ve had at my home in Durban, the early morning hikes in the Berg, late afternoon dashes back to camp in the Kruger, and all the braais with my uncle down in the cape - putting back a few Windhoeks or Black Labels.
We love Faf.
We love our Boks.
We love our home.
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Staying at Talamati bushveld camp last year, we had many great encounters at the hide. On this evening we followed a ghost down the fence line to the dried-up riverbed.
My grandparents bought this shirt for me to wear when I was 2 years old. They purchased it from Berg En Dal rest camp some time between 1992-1995 (I’m unsure on the specific year).
My mom dug it out the vault earlier this year.
I cannot wait for it to come full circle when my daughter wears it next year (when she’s 2 and while we’re staying at Berg En Dal rest camp).
P.s. it still has my name tag sewed inside the collar - I must have worn it to day care.