We were away in Niagara-on-the-Lake this weekend, Rob and I (actually, Sunday and Monday) – a little getaway to mark the fact, of no global importance but important to the two of us, that it was 10 years to the day, yesterday, that we first met, in a swanky Afro-themed bar in Sandton City, Johannesburg. The relationship almost didn’t happen – but it did, and here we are, a decade later, two married old fogeys living in Toronto, to prove it. Who woulda thought, eh?
I don’t have many photos – we were too busy with other things – but instead of Niagara here is a photo of some springbok, heading up from the salt pan in Etosha. Don’t ask where’s the logic – there isn’t any. I just wanted to share it.