Where god hates the trees.
The Karoo is hot. Like fucking sun-massacred hot. The land where God hates the trees. She loves only the scrubby, fragrant bushes that refuse to die and the Orange river. The leviathan that cuts its way through the flat line of the horizon like an old boxer – no speed remains, only power.
Work in Progress
It’s been five years (or close to it) since this blog last had a change of theme, and a lot has happened in the interim. Skinny jeans became fashionable, apparently. So it’s time to prettify this blog a little. Smarten up the ruffles a little, and get some...
A day in Northern Uganda
There are twenty four minutes left on this laptop battery. Power to the plugs in ‘hotel’ Tropikana (don’t ask) has failed, though the lights work absolutely fine. Outside is a little dark, and slightly infused with the smell of burnt trash and...
Where the Road Went
This post should have gone up two days ago. But packing can be such a demanding mistress. Have I put in too little? Too much? Do I really need an extra bandage in the first aid section? (yes) Have the extra batteries for the camcorder arrived? (No). And so it has...