Everyone has a bucket list; and some are more exotic and adventurous than others. Buzz and I are grateful for every tick on our amazing list. We need to keep in touch with our inner circle and like making new friends. It's mainly our travel ticks that we wish to share on these pages.
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We are Gogo and Buzz
So why the Gogo and where does Buzz come from?
The urban dictionary says Gogo (pronounced as a double ‘go’) means “assertively dynamic”. I like that; but you be the judge. In Africa you need to seek a different meaning: Gogo (prounced gaw-gaw, the ‘o’ as in ‘lawn’) is a term of respect or endearment meaning much the same as nana or granny. Our knee-hi’s; family speak for grandchildren call me Gogo.
It would be so simple if Buzz could be applied to Oupa, the Afrikaans version of pops or gramps. But old traditions die hard, and our Oupa joined the queue of other oupas as far as our knee-hi’s are concerned. For purposes of this blog, however, he shall be referred to as Buzz, because ... there’s more to Buzz. We don’t mean the continuous low humming in the traditional sense, nor is there a pun intended in reference to his tinnitus. An online dictionary suggests Buzz refers to “excited attention to new events”. Got it? Enough said.
Getting to know us
We have both reached that age in life where
we recognize God’s love and His blessing on our lives;
we love God and know has a plan for us;
our sartorial elegance has been ‘upgraded’ from executive management level to the far more comfortable jeans, T-shirts and sandals or sneakers;
our briefcases ( we are still hanging on to the laptops tho') have been traded in for backpacks; and
at last, we get to do those things we always wanted to do but never had the time; like gardening, actually working in the garage workshop, and spending more time on our mountain bikes or kayak; swimming and trail running.
Here at the Ivy League, close to the foot of Africa, far from the madding crowd, we play catch up on life and in my case at least wistfully pursue that elusive great novel. When it gets too quiet, we whole-heartedly go ‘skidding in sideways’.
Why the Blog?
We like to share, to talk, to teach, to inspire, … with 5 children, 10 knee-hi’s … doing it the fun way is good.
Wherever we go, we try to remember to collect two pebbles, one to keep and one to hand over to someone in our inner circle with a challenge to return it and to bring home a fresh one with a similar challenge for someone else.
Not all wish to skid in sideways and for such; we like to provide the armchair version of our experience… and just hopefully open up life a little.
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"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” " Hunter S Thompson
Where have we been?
In due course and for posterity we will draw from our experiences in
Angola, Austria, Australia, Belgium, Canada, China, Congo, Czech Republic, England, Egypt, France, Germany, Greece, Holland, Hong Kong, Hungary, Indonesia, Italy, Ireland, Japan, Lesotho, Namibia, Nepal, New Zealand, Malawi, Malaysia, Mauritius, Mozambique, Portugal, Scotland, Singapore, Spain, Swaziland, Switzerland, Thailand, Turkey, Wales, United Arab Emirates, USA, Zambia, Zimbabwe.