I love Africa because: I love the sound of Hadedas, their cries are somehow primeval and cause me to think that I might just see a pterodactyl fly over; at any rate, for me, they are the sound of 'welcome back to Africa'. I love the sunsets - we have the most glorious sunsets in Africa. I love the smell of Africa. It has a dry, dusty smell all of its own. I still remember the first time I came to SA and got off the plane and saw the dry gold and brown landscape of the end of the dry season in Johannesburg; and the smell of it. In those days you could set your time of year by the rains, and set the time of day by the rain each afternoon in the summer months. I love the chameleons in my garden. I talk to them, so I expect the neighbours think I am weird, and my blonde poochy dog, Willa, always comes inquisitively to check what it is I am talking to although she does not like them. I especially love the tiny babies. They look like little brown brooches about an inch to and inch and a half long. I love the Cape Robin, so beautifully marked and coloured, perty and chirpy. I love the Cape White Eyes, even though they eat my grapes. I love to see the Wit Karee in the garden shaking about as a whole crowd of them twitter away and jump around in the branches when I am watering [I shower the trees with water in the dry season], all the while twittering and tweeting - and not a cell phone between them! I love the smell of the rain when it hits the dry, dusty surfaces - again the smell of Africa. I love going up Table Mountain and watching the sun go down way out on the horizon, whilst enjoying a glass of wine, with cheese and biscuits. My ex-partner and I used to do this. That is one of the memories that are good. I love the sheer magnificence of Table Mountain seen from the air when, if you are lucky, the pilot does a fly pass for visitors and turns to cross the Peninsular and flies in over False Bay. I always look down [I like window seats] to see if I can see any sharks and silently pray that we will not ditch in the bay because I would need to learn to walk on water very quickly. I am always tearful when I fly in over Cape Town on my return from overseas, but not because of the sharks. I love going to small villages and having breakfast at quaint and old places. There is such a place in Philadelphia, just off the N7 on the way to Malmesbury. It is called The Pepper Tree. These are the types of things that I love about Africa. Africa gets into your blood, it is in our blood, it is primal, we all came from this part of the world once upon a time - a long time ago, although only a blink of an eye in the history of the planet. But, I love Africa for Africa the land. If all the humans vanished, Africa would still be a land of contrasts and beauty, ever changing down time and yet, not changing.