travelling dilinquents..

I love my friends. I might call them dilinquents most of the time but that is my way of showing love or something that closely resembles it. They call me a dilinquent as well so I guess it's all good. Anyway, since we are all practically working our asses off for THE MAN. We came up with a brillant plan while drinking at a friends impromptu "farewell" the other day. The farewell really wasn't planned, we just crashed a friend's braai and decided as soon as we arrived that the theme for the braai would be our friends' farewell since he is joining me in the United States of helen Zille soon. So, we are chilling there at a braai and it never occurs to us that we actually need to be eating braaied (sp) meat for this gathering to be called a braai. We only ever thought about the food when it started to rain. But who needs food when u are in good company anyways.. Eventually we end up talking about a trip to Mozambique. Now anyone who has been exposed to me for more than is necessary will know that I have been planning to go to Moz since Jesus was in diapers. I am still planning but this time, with the added knowledge that the dilinquents want to join in. Therein lies the problem. I leave everything to the last minute and now I have been tasked to plan a trip for about 6 people. Where the hell do I hide and how the hell did I agree to this anywa? But on the other hand, it is bound to be an awesome trip so best I stop blogging about it and actually do some actual planning. PS: if you are reading this and actually know where I should start, please don't be shy to leave me a comment :)