(Adult eyes only) A Holiday Not to be Repeated

Take a 5-star hotel. Fill it to the brim: Every bed occupied – 2700 people. Add 760 staff. Then lock the doors. Lock all the exits. They call it a luxury cruise, and people queue up to go on one. They queue and they queue. Queue to get through customs; Queue to present your ticket […]

Hluhluwe again

Flying ants, black rhino, wild dogs and a magic unidentified raptor. Plus impressive thunderstorms, pelting rain, dry stream beds that ended up running merrily. The Hluhluwe river changed from dry sandy bed to quite a brown torrent between Friday night and Sunday morning. I thought ‘Augur Buzzard’ as I stopped the car just outside the […]

Happy Wanderers. Again. Like Boy Scouts.

This time in winter. Tom loved it. Caught many small blacktail, karanteen, bronze bream, one shad and stayed on the rocks for hours. I had to fetch him and march him to the showers threatening not to feed him till he smelt civilised. Jess and friend Jordi lay in their tent and watched videos. Could […]

Sand Forest

Sand Forest is a rare, very distinctive forest type with a unique combination of plant and animal species. As far as is known, this vegetation type is more or less restricted to ancient coastal dunes in northern KwaZulu-Natal and the extreme southern portion of Mozambique (together: Maputaland). Sand forest harbours many rare and unusual plant […]

Two Days in the Kamberg

One day sunny and windless outdoor fun, including wading in the Mooi River; The next a howling gale and chilly rain coming in at an angle; Forced to snuggle in the chalets, kids in one chalet watching DVD’s and eating biltong, potato crisps and sweets; Adults in the other drinking red wine, eating red meat […]

Child abuse?

My auntie Pat (Mom’s sister) used to pass through Harrismith every year on her way (with husband and 2 daughters) to the Wild Coast. They would call in again on their way back three weeks later and she would be as brown as a ripe old berry. I mean seriously deep berry red-brown deep deep […]

Four Wild Toppies on the Old Coast

Secret Diary of a trip down mammary lane. It wasn’t that we were actually, y’know, OLD, but . . . well, we needed a break and a brief flashback to our glory days, when the chicks used to hurl themselves at us. Well, that one. In the harbour, remember?So we piled into a kombi and […]