Sunset of the 22nd (1986 - 2009)

We're spending tonight on the very edge of the Blyderiver Canyon. I'm struggling to find words to describe the journey of the last few days, the long and seemingly endless journey of the last 22 years that - almost impossible to describe - culminates tonight, the night of the 22nd.

We watched in awe the reflection of the sun setting against the 'three rondawels'. Shortly before that I finished Theroux's 'Ghost Train to the Eastern Star'. Then we went for a celebratory dinner where we sat under the stars drinking champagne. Now to bath and then bed. As you can read, I'm out of words tonight....