I’m staring up at the brilliant blue sunshiny sky through the segmented semi-circles of a manhole cover ten meters above me. The racketing sound of cars driving over the manhole cover reverberates down the chimney-like space to where I stand and I can hear the water rushing down the water-tunnels we’re walking in, fully kitted with Wellingtons and head lamps, looking for all like slightly wet Wombles. Continue reading
Somewhere after passing through the Cederberg, and after leaving Sutherland – a place hard fought for through an eleven hour drive off-road and cresting over a spectacular unmarked pass that sends gravel and dust skidding down onto the desert floor far below – and after Augrabies with its truly impressive display of what happens when you take force A (the Orange river) and constrict it with gap B (the sheer rock walls of the Fish River Canyon) in the middle of a desert, I had an epiphany. Continue reading
Last weekend, in another adventure format that has most of my friends responding eloquently “huh?” (ie. a motor-bike ride with my other half’s men’s group), I found myself on the back of the bike in a place called “Sewe Weeks Poort Pass”. Continue reading
A few weeks back I spent a weekend in the gorgeous, drama-filled arid landscape of the Cederberg about 3 hours north of Cape Town running alongside the Karoo in an area called the Koue Bokkeveld (translation: Cold Goat Field –really?) with my other half who is an avid bare-foot mountain guide – but that’s a different story. Continue reading