I was admonished recently by someone I admire deeply, for thinking I needed a date to dine out. ‘Go on your own, dammit,’ she told me. ‘Dress up, put on your lipstick and go and have fun.’ I knew she was right but I find … Continue reading Pablo House, Johannesburg
I was in my early twenties when I travelled around the USA. I remember walking into a Backpackers in New Mexico, the Abominable Snowmansion, and falling in immediate passionate and impulsive love with the hippie manager. I landed up staying there for about six months, … Continue reading Terra Khaya, Hogsback
I didn’t think I was a group person. The idea of getting on a bus with a whole bunch of strangers has never appealed to me. But a friend had recommended I do the English / Spanish immersion program in Spain, via Vaughantown, and so … Continue reading A volunteer in Vaughantown
The thing about Spain is nobody asks why you’re travelling alone. It’s just not a thing. Everybody does it. And everyone is different and difference is also not a thing. There are young and old, singles, families, conservatives, tattooed, pierced and very funky people, sexy, … Continue reading Madrid.
hat sunblock sleeping bag sleeping tablets a stick book, paper, pen boots plasters peanut butter and a lot of chocolate. going hiking tomorrow five days hoping to return with a tan and a few new freckles. Hope we make it! And that this time I … Continue reading Holiday fever
‘I think you should go left here?’ I said to Frederika. ‘I donno, it’s not really a road is it, maybe we should go back, find the right road?’ ‘Julie did say the road was bad, she didn’t say this bad, ugh take the left, … Continue reading Julie, what were you thinking?
This week I was beyond lucky to get to visit Jack’s Camp in the Makgadikgadi Pans, Botswana. I’ve always wanted to go to the Kalahari Desert and to this particular lodge so when the opportunity came up, I was like yes yes yes. Even though … Continue reading Jack’s Camp, Makgadikgadi