My entrance into the bright lights of blogging

So here I stand on the verge of a new era for Clint (I heard somewhere it is important to refer to oneself in the third person in order to sound important.... Not really working for me.) Cyber space has finally won it's battle against my resistance and so here I find myself blogging with the rest of them. Not quite sure how this going to work out for me yet. Especially when I move back to South Africa and have to use stone blocks and chisels in order to connect to the internet.

And while I'm changing the issue for no apparent reason, I really miss home. The beaches of cape town, the pink and orange sunsets. Africa first thing in the morning. I miss rooibos tea and biltong. Little thorn trees dispersed over african veld. Africa is different from everywhere else. It has a pulse.. A Heartbeat. Rythm isn't something learned by her, it's just who she is. Culture and music and passion merge in South Africa painting the most beautiful of paintings. Ok... so I know I'm getting a little mushy... but She does that to you... she get's inside of you.

Ever need to taste life at it's best. Be so consumed by a magical world that it overwhelms you... go to Cape Town.