Whilst I technically live in East London, South Africa, I consider my real home to be a tiny seaside village just outside of East London. I feel slightly apprehensive about giving the name of this quaint little place as I would not want my thousands of readers (yeah right...) taking over the place and changing the atmosphere. But I shall divulge none-the-less. Whilst I am sure hundreds of villages just like this exist, I am certain that none can quite compare to the little gem called Chintsa East.
Growing up here has been incredible. A holiday town, with very few of us "locals", which consists of mostly retired people and those wanderlust travelers who somehow got stuck here on their travels. Then you have the few parents, like mine, who gave their kids the chance to grow up in this place.With a close knit community, infinite hours spent in the sand and sea, countless bonfires, mud-fights and beach walks. It is kind of like the life people live in movies. One of holiday friendships, tree-house building, themed parties (as we got older) and childhood shenanigans.
I will always be grateful for being a part of a place that has, amidst all the hustle and bustle of todays times, remained so wonderful and quaint.
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