How to travel? Simple: travel to work or work to travel. In this case I do bit of both. I'm a tour operator, and I've been working here a year. You'd be surprised how much one learns to cope when thrust into a situation. For example, I’m prone to seasickness, yet managed to brave the open waters to go whale shark hunting (no not in a murdering sense – its called an ocean safari) for 2 hours in blistering sun, rough conditions and nonetheless came out no worse for wear. You find yourself doing things you didn’t know you could when you’re somewhere else, its like being taken out your comfort zone throws you into another sort of comfort zone. Anonymity becomes a favourite friend when you’re travelling. But I digress. I’m a homebody, I didn’t ever see myself as a traveller, because in modern South Africa, unless you’re “upper middle class” as it were, a plane ticket abroad is out of your reach. As a student it becomes even more unreachable. Unless you’re willing to spend 5 years working towards a 2 year trip abroad, and then you’re still just in the UK or somewhere, its not travelling. I have these romantic ideas of staying in a hostel in Budapest, or sneaking behind the iron curtain for a sip of vodka, and maybe a quick spin around the dance floor at some forbidden underground nightclub in Bulgaria. Oh such fancy ideas. But for a homebody, too daring, too terrifying. So instead, luck decided to grant me a favour, and that’s how I ended up where I am, a desk traveller. I help people explore the beauty of the Mozambique coastlines, and that is a joy unto itself. But I get some travelling done too, and have learnt a few lessons, like how to accept rum and drink it without giving away the fact that you don’t drink. How to not roast, the best way to avoid being washed out to sea, and most of all patience. And patience, something that might have to be exercised by you, dear reader, as for now, my tale runs out, but fear not there is more to come, but it’s a story for another day.