When Pablos Eggs Go Bar closed down in Melville, I was heartbroken. Sad for the staff, sad for me, shattered and oh so lonely. My days of red shakshuka were over, my little egg soldiers on toast were gone, my corner was empty and who … Continue reading I went to Sandton and now you also have to.
I was already saying OMG IT IS HOT, as we arrived in Katlehong for our walking tour. It was 3000 degrees in the shade and not yet 9 am. As I scrambled out the car to join the group, momentarily remembering how much I hate … Continue reading One day in Katlehong
I lay in my restorative yoga class thinking of the ingredients for a Negroni. Gin. Campari. Vermouth. Gin. Campari. Vermouth. I thought: “If I think about Negronis, I won’t cry.” And yet the tears welled and even while I lay and restored my body, they … Continue reading All things considered…
Before the pandemic I used to write travel stories about fabulous places, cosy couches, exotic safari lodges and sexy sunsets. I am still writing these stories but now there is a pandemic and I have to include pandemic stories too. A few weeks ago, at … Continue reading Revlon, in a pandemic?
I never take much food on road trips. Usually I buy a coffee as I get going and then stop along the way and eat junk, like slap chips, bar-ones and wine gums. The road trip I did now, taking a chance and heading to … Continue reading My Jewish Bagel
I’ve had Zimbabwe on my mind. It’s impossible not to, the country is all over the news. Activists are being abducted and tortured, citizens beaten, the government has zero regard for human rights, the economy is disastrous and corruption is rife. It’s a terrible , … Continue reading Next stop – Zimbabwe.
Some of the things I have seen in Melville over this week have included a guy pirouetting in the middle of the road, pink blossoms flying in the wind, an adorable rescue puppy, ceramic angels outside a community venture, joggers and walkers most of whom … Continue reading Mind the step
On my walk this morning I heard, then saw, a tin can rolling down the street. A man ran after it, scooped it up with his foot, kicked it in the air, caught it deftly and carried it back to where he was working. His … Continue reading One man’s trash.
Every morning I wake up, brush my teeth, look at the bees, snap a nude, put on a mask and head out for a walk. I notice how beautiful the light is, take pics of flowers, greet other walkers, and their dogs, marvel at the … Continue reading A good avo sandwich comes with advice
I remember the first time I met Sheldon in Melville. It was December, 2019, just before Christmas. He was walking with purpose along 7th Street, carrying a bunch of the prettiest daisies I’d ever seen. I was intrigued by this man who was clearly on … Continue reading Scent of a flower
