Well, that was the rather unimaginative title I derived by simply merging two words that were vaguely representative of our countries of origin. Kiwi for that ridiculous yet iconic bird of Diane's native New Zealand, and Bokke for the hapless Springbok that ranks so woefully low on the food chain of my native South Africa. As I said, unimaginative. But I still can't think of anything better.
Diane and I (Mark) met in the reception area of a London hotel in July 1995 at the start of a tour that took us through the far reaches of northern Europe and Russia, and which ultimately led to a relationship that not only survived a rather nomadic existence for many years thereafter, but also two kids who signed up for the ride, and all the other slings and arrows of mischievous fortune that tried to get in the way.
Many years have passed since 1995 and I still can't think of a time that Diane and I didn't wish we were somewhere else or doing something different, and we keep holding out for that next adventure that is surely just around the corner. In the meantime this website forms something of a photo chronology of how we got to where we are now, and captures some of the fun and games we've had since those crazy days and sleepless nights in Russia.