Beautiful little Cape Town this morning, wrapped in cool drizzly morning serenity is almost a different country from the vast thumping snarling sexy confident Joburg that I have just left. To say I love one more than the other would be a lie.. Jozi is a muse and her people heartpoundingly strong, some intoxicatingly inspiring. Wish I could take the potency of Joburg’s energy and counterweight it with the peace of Cape Town – but like falling in love with 2 wonderful yet utterly different beings at the same time – it’s a paradox I’ll have to bear.

franschhoek..and I’m going to have to choose who I am to live with now. No matter which of the cities I decide to make home I’ll always be craving the other.
The choice staggeringly hard, because the pace of emerging technology keeps reducing relative distance between humans, no matter where they live on the giant ball.. it’s become easier than ever to live local and work global. Flying back over the Hex Mountains, over the winelands at sunset wobbled my resolve: Jozi may have to be mistress to my two-timing soul.