Figments of freedom

Hovering on the very verge of March, I suddenly realise that memories of my three week December break have become so vague, they may as well be figments of my imagination.

So, just to make sure I’m not quite stark raving mad, here are some pics from the holiday that somehow epitomize a sense of freedom.

Braaiing marshies. Nadia Krige

Braaiing marshies. Nadia Krige

Swinging from a Baobab. Nadia Krige

Swinging from a Baobab.

To cross or not to cross? Nadia Krige

To cross or not to cross?

Dog and master reunite. Nadia Krige

Dog and master reunite.

My cousin, Lea, pointing out the spot of Mufasa's tragedy. Nadia Krige

My cousin, Lea, pointing out the spot of Mufasa's tragedy.

My dad teetering on the edge of a beautiful view. Nadia Krige

My dad teetering on the edge of a beautiful view.

Clouds and stuff. Nadia Krige

Clouds and stuff.

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