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…
