I spotted the purple building on the corner of Broadwick and Wardour Street in Soho. I had read that the best hot chocolate was served at Paul A. Young, and here I was. I eyed the hot chocolate as I walked in the door. The dark liquid simmered as the chocolatier stirred it. Onlookers peered through…
I can smell spring. My cousin warned me the weather had turned. But seeing is believing. I will be spending the next three weeks in London, visiting my cousin and dog sitting. I hope to use this time to explore the little corners of this cultural hub. Hence, I have decided to make this visit…
I remember the first time I travelled abroad. It was all a mad panic. I visited Dubai in 2009 and I had no idea how to navigate an international airport. There were constant announcements blaring over the speakers, long queues and a series of misadventures to locate the nearest restroom. Now I navigate the airport…
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 was never certain that I wanted to be a documentary filmmaker,” Jolynn Minaar smiled sheepishly. “‘Unearthed’ itself is a production I never really anticipated.” Once she heard fracking was to make itself at home in her Karoo, Jolynn embarked on a journey to the United States in 2011 to explore the world of hydraulic…
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…
