The Sequel to this book and our Adventure, Second Time Lucky, is is a window into my Family’s Adventures as we re-embark on a Journey that began aboard Pisces the Sailfish over twenty years ago and that we had to interrupt due to an overdose of bad luck. Although I continually tell myself that I am not superstitious, I hope that to make more entries into the positive side of Lady Luck’s Books, this time around, Second Time Lucky.
Second Time Lucky explains why my family is, by choice, -homeless. As the result of a traumatic event we discussed the road ahead at a family meeting. Following a unanimous vote, my wife, son two daughters, our cat and I, abandoned our luxurious and secure (albeit prison-like) house in an upmarket suburb in order to follow our dreams.
I must admit that when my family decided to turn our backs on our banal suburban existence and forgo the comfort and security of a luxurious house we had no idea that we would happily spend more than a year sleeping high up in the branches of a Casuarina tree in Zululand.
Nor did we suspect that we would think nothing of entertaining friends in our patchwork shelter improvised from discarded multi-coloured sheets of ragged plastic, threadbare canvas, tattered cardboard and torn tarpaulins with a dusty, but more often, muddy floor, criss-crossed by odd shaped planks of wood bridging the mud and coal dust like a world war one foxhole. We certainly never imagined that we would regard as routine the daily trips to a communal tap to fetch water, the trials of a public bathroom or that we would sleep peacefully at night perched high above the ground in a whispering Casuarina tree rooted in Zululand.