The Dubious Delights Of Driving Without Looking Where You Are Going Sweating, swearing and swilling buckets of precious water I attempted the futile exercise of relocating around a quarter ton of soft red Kalahari sand to any other place than under my now nicely settled in bakkie, sitting there with a sort of quiet “I’m […]
A tiny bundle of fur punctuated with two bright-black beads and an impossibly tiny nose was presented to my gangly five-year-old self one frightfully cold day by my father accompanied by strict instructions relating to the care and responsibilities of looking after a little creature of the veld
What primeval instinct makes us want to explore?! To leave the safe, comfortable environment in which we wallow and enjoy and exchange it for a foreign, strange land where uncertainty, a certain amount of trepidation (excitement really!) and the mouth-watering anticipation of adventure and new experiences beckon?
