Jozi is Los Angeles dried, squashed, stretched and sprinkled with trees. In 2006, I moved there for two years for a fresh start and a job opportunity. Sometimes it takes living in a place to fall in love with it. The Jozi you visit is not quite the same. The pulsating heart of South Africa. Epic thunder storms. Year long sunshine. Traffic. Family and friends. In the biggest man-made forest in the world, the energetic Joburgers are the lungs of what makes me believe change is possible. Willing to put the effort in. It is also where we won the 1995 Rugby World Cup.