We are the family with the cheap tents….that are not waterproof, the mattresses that are the thickness of a carpet and 2 cooler boxes that stay relatively cold for 3 days thanks to the trusty old frozen 2 litre coke bottles we’ve stashed in there with the meat and veg…
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.
When I think of the Midlands Meander, I think of the people who live there – a group of individuals doing what they love to do. Many of them have escaped the rat race and have chosen to immerse themselves in what makes them most happy.
For my 4oth, we escaped for a quick weekend to this little piece of paradise, Msikaba. By far, it’s one of my favourite beach destinations on the wild coast. It’s rustic and remote with no cell phone signal or electricity and not an ounce of luxury or commercialism! […]
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 […]
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 […]