Thank you Namibia
28 Days, 26 lodges, 7,851 kilometres, 2,100 photographs, 22 bowls of butternut soup and a whole heap of dust. On commission for Fodor’s Travel I visited Namibia and while I will still write thousands...
Category: Travel stories
Looking back at Finding Freedom
I wrote this for a contribution to a book on Transformative Tourism and thought that I would love to share it with all of you. Sometimes I go back and read it just to...
Karoo National Park Surprise
Ashamedly I admit that I never truly knew enough about the Karoo National Park. So when I arrived at the modest entrance to the park, just outside the Great Karoo town of Beaufort West,...
The rest of Addo to Karoo trip
Laughing and wailing wake me from my dreams and plunge me straight into memories of nights camping in the Kalahari. That familiar feeling sends shivers up my spine as I wonder how far away...
Addo to Karoo – Day One
The Zuurberg Mountains and Addo Arrival Prehistoric images spring to mind as we wind our way up the dusty corrugated track into the Zuurberg. Horse rides and a sweltering hike remind us how much...
Sisters on the Road – wine tasting from Calitzdorp to Montagu
It’s 08h30 in the morning and we eagerly approach De Krans wine farm, toothpaste is still lingering but this does not deter our fearless launch into port and wine tasting for the day. My...
Sisters on the Road – Calitzdorp
For something completely different this year my sister Amy and I decided to embark on a little mini-adventure in December. The plan? A photographic, wine drinking, port tasting, many stopping, camping adventure. The trip?...
Food I’ve eaten while travelling around
Food fascinates me and I always seem to be hungry enough to try everything I can while I travel. In fact one of my most favourite things to do is to go to a...
Tin Cups and Chickens – Our Wild Coast Trip
We get going early from Port Alfred and begin our trek to Bulungula Lodge, the first of our three backpacker stops. We have plenty of kilometres to cover and we are optimistic the roads...
A winter walk on the beach
The icy wind wraps its fingers around your neck then runs them up through your hair, knotting and tangling the strands around themselves. Sand pale as snow sweeps past as if in a hurry....
