“He saw entire villages being swept away and in just one 4 kilometer stretch, he estimated between 300 and 500 dead bodies washed up onto the road.” Thousands are feared dead.
Antananarivo is like nowhere I’ve been. It’s part of Africa but it’s nothing like it. Sometimes it takes on an old European feel, with narrow cobbled streets and grand architecture that you would expect to find in France or Rome or Greece! Cuba also comes to mind, with […]
There were arctic gale force winds for 2 solid days and our flimsy tents and broken bodies could not take another assault. It was time to pack up and make haste! We left just in time. We closed the Koiimasis farm gate, and sped off down the beautiful […]
Like the wind, we heard it in the distance. The herd of horses nearby were suddenly alert, ears pricked. It got louder and louder, but it was not wind.
With the Fish River Canyon behind us, we drove southwards down to the Orange River. For a while, the landscape opened up with a road that went mostly straight, that cut through the desert, running parallel to Ai Ais/Richtersveld Transfrontier park. We briefly stopped for a puncture, then […]
With dust bellowing out from behind us, we raced down the D324 road through the Gondwana Park towards the Fish River Canyon. The danger of stopping on a popular route like this is that guaranteed, 6 other vehicles will be right behind you. If you stop, you’re going […]
My 30’s were exciting times. It was all about babies, bibs and dummies. The talk between friends ranged from our kid’s milestones to how to survive on minimal sleep without becoming psychotic and in our case, how to transport a year’s supply of nappies, bum cream and formula […]
Big open roads and starry night skies – that’s what I’ve been dreaming of for a while now. We were in central and northern Namibia in 2015 and it wasn’t long after we’d left that I started thinking of our next trip. Having spoken to a few people […]
I woke early this morning in search of some farm action. I was hoping for a frosty morning; blades of grass brittle and white, pockets of mist bellowing from the dam and our local fish eagle swooping in to perch on their favourite branch. But there was no […]