Over the course of the train ride, I had conversations with Angie about how we had spent our childhood. I had listened to the songs on my IPOD, and looked at my family photo. When the train stopped at stations, which it did ever frequently, I wrote some postcards to friends at Carleton, and I was reminded of the good times I had in the small college in Northfield.
The rural landscape of the Western Cape, the Orange Free State and Guteng made me feel as if I were transported back in time... It was spectular:
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