The whole idea was to see if we could do this for two months, in the States. And so we decided to try local first. Roads and valleys we knew well: towns and campsites familiar to the eye.
Category: Local Travel
Apricot Yoga
Much of the yoga experience revolves around the power of observation. ‘Observe your breathing in, the way the air touches your left nostril, the way your chest rises’. During meal times, we would observe how certain tastes linger longer than others and the necessity of enjoying the bite you chew rather than groveling quickly for the next. Yoga is about hearing sounds in the room, those closest to you, and then others that hit the airwaves just outside your immediate surroundings.
!Khwa ttu: Flame Rekindled
‘In the end we will conserve only what we love, love only what we understand, and understand only what we are taught.’
The Northern Cape- of Nothing Much!
There’s nothing (much) happening in the Northern Cape. And this article is about the Northern Cape. There are no bright lights and swag. Your tea will not be brought at the same time as your cake, so please stop asking! And you will find mosquitoes in Carnarveron. Many. Like tiny drones hiding to ambush you upon the closing of the weary eye,
Camps Bay Retreat
Hidden between two natural ravines, there is an estate on which a Manor ‘to be envied’ was built. Quote: Cape Argus December 1929. And that reporter did not lie.Not just envied though, I would say ‘to be coveted’.
Darling: you are Beautiful.
So arriving at the coastline we hopped off our bikes and strolled towards the water’s edge: a beach deserted, touched only by a few rays of the setting sun- expansive. And all the way along, we found evidence of the San having etched out a living in the area: a chipped and chiselled stone (which most likely would have been used as a knife to cut food with). On this stretch of Biosphere coastline, history breathed a story.
Natal, oh to be Loved.
If Natal were personified, I don’t think she would know her own beauty. Her wild charm would cry out to the unsuspecting passer-by: love me if you dare, but I don’t care if you do or not. She would run, and not turn around to see who was chasing, or pursuing. To her, it would be the same thing. She would call your name and if you didn’t respond: she would look to the sky, and know inherently her own inner strength and will of character. That would be Natal. Sun-bathed, content but above all…free.