On my last day in Otse village, I stayed with a Camphill teacher and his lovely family in their beautiful home. Him and his Scottish wife, Louise, made me feel so welcome, it was exactly what I needed. All the males of Camphill played and watched a friendly football match, and all the females played and watched handball. It was a fun event and the perfect way to say goodbye to Camphill; as Man of the Match (A bit unfair, as our team included players with disabilt...

The point of these travels was never to "find myself", I guess I've always felt pretty found. It was also not to find adventures; adventures can be found anywhere. It was more of a case of not knowing what else to do. I knew I didn't want to study yet, homecare work didn't challenge me and I had nowhere really to live (I love you mum and dad, but Buckfastleigh?). I guess my main goal was to get some work experience and skip winter while I was at it. So off I head...

I have returned to my roots: Camphill. Except this time in Botswana instead of Edinburgh. I moved into Prince's mum's little 4 roomed weekend house in the village of Otse with Prince (when he's not studying in Gabs). When drinking tea (or, I'm sure, any other form of comforting refreshment) on the doorstep, you can see the most beautiful sunsets over the hills and the contrasting varying shades of green stretching into South Africa. When you use the outside long-...

Botswana: A country larger than France, but with a population an 8th of the size of London, in low season. Host to the Kalahari desert and home of the only tribe in the world that can live without surface water. This country is inhibited mainly by animals; the human population lives largely on the Eastern border, which means much of the country in shrub lands or game reserves. Visitors tend to only come here for safaris, so it's largely untouched by tourism, whic...