I’ve just read a Guardian article, link below, on walking and how good it is for us. I knew this already, dear Guardian, I’ve been walking for years and loving it. Walking gives me routine. It gets me out of bed. It also gives me … Continue reading In support of Sea Squirts
I live in the city. When I travel to rural parts of South Africa, I’m always fascinated by the vibrancy, colours, huts, hawkers, street stylists and street markets. I love the women carrying wares on their heads and babies on their backs, the men roasting … Continue reading Pics, privacy and poverty porn.
Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Sighs. A slight breeze. Tears. Drumbeats. Lots of them. People expressing their shock, sadness and immense gratitude for a legend. Music. The sound of Johnny Clegg’s music filtering through our homes, suburbs, cars, the radio, television sets, in our … Continue reading Sounds of this morning
Start way in advance. Send an email requesting a booking and the costings. Wait a few days, resend the email. Think perhaps you have the wrong address, look hard to find another one. A few more mails, resist the urge to type in CAPS, finally … Continue reading How to book a tour to Robben Island and stay sane in the process.
The more I stare out side, the less work I do, there’s always tomorrow
Every morning after my yoga class I walk the short block to TILT, my local and favourite coffee shop in Melville. It’s like going from one shrine to another. At yoga we stretch, pose, turn into pigeons and ohm. At TILT we breathe in the … Continue reading An ode to TILT
I thought I should stop hibernating and decided to go to a movie. Cinema Noueveau, Rosebank, Sunday afternoon. I parked my car in the Rosebank Mall and arranged for Sibiso, from the informal sector, to wash it. I paid him in advance and walked to … Continue reading Wtf, Inefficiency
