Travelling is great, aside from insane jet lag, sleeping on airport floors and crude landings. It opens you up to a vast array of people and cultures and somehow, you never see the world the same way again. You come back home and you love your country even more, not because it’s more developed or better than where you were, but just because its home, and home is always home. Today’s post is basically a birds eye view of the beautiful city of Grahamstown a small college town 2hrs away from East London whose terrain would be every morning joggers dream. Everything is a walking distance away, no motor bikes, matatus…