Drinks at Roxy’s after work? Roxy’s has become the regular meeting place with friends – for a cup of coffee, a beer and a game of pool. My parents used to meet at this little joint almost 30 years ago when it was a speciality coffee house with sweet jazz music. It’s funny how things change through ages….
Many who travel think exploring a new city is about raving at the nightclubs, clambering aboard buses and meandering along city tours. I guess it is a little about that. But for me, it is about the in-between spaces I find myself suspended in. It’s those unique encounters that remind us we are all merely…
The morning was warm, but the early morning coolness still lingered in the indigenous forest. We zigzagged up the steep staircase that makes up the first half of the trail up Skeleton Gorge. We were only a third of the way up but our breathing was heavy and our hearts were racing. I paused to look…
I stumble into Vida e Cafe on Kloof Street, treading mud over the ivory tiled floors. “One cappuccino and apple-and-cinnamon muffin please,” I pleaded with the barista. “You’re wet,” he remarked. Yes, it’s raining. I stated, with the same sarcasm as Janet from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I took a seat by the open window near the entrance…
I am on my way back into my corner of the Klein Karoo. It was raining when we left Cape Town, but as we passed through the Huguenot Tunnel, the African sun greeted us. I watched as the landscape changed from fynbos to a patchwork of vineyards sprawled alongside the R60. It feels good getting…
I’m standing on top of Devil’s Peak, marvelling at the world. You can see every corner of Cape Town from this height, from the City Bowl to the Southern Suburbs, the forested Tokai region and even all the way to Gordon’s Bay. I breathe it all in. Silence. It was a golden morning. I could…
Baristas are sort of like the modern day bartenders – that is – therapists to the common man. In films you always see that one guy sitting in the corner, sipping his whisky and confiding in the disgruntled barman. He wails about his marital problems or work issues while the bartender nods absent-mindedly while wiping…
It is with heavy hearts that we turn our tails to London. As the plane passes over the patchwork landscape of green parks and suburbs, I ponder about what I will miss most. Reading the Metro on the tube definitely became one of my highlights. We had become so accustomed to that routine we felt like we…
