
How to survive South African self drive
Why does it always happen to us? My heart sank as the traffic policeman pulled us over whilst we attempted to negotiate our way out…
Why does it always happen to us? My heart sank as the traffic policeman pulled us over whilst we attempted to negotiate our way out…
We just had to stay at the Addo Dung Beetle Guest Farm. With a name like that and being a stone’s throw away from…
I stared at the storm of flies buzzing frenziedly around the steaming entrails. Trickles of blood were slowly creeping along the furrows of the dried mud track and I couldn’t rid…
The suave Belgian adjusted his cravat as the golden silk dangled perilously close to the steaming bowl of home-made soup. Seated at his side the…
I love the winelands of South Africa. Maybe because I’m a certified cheese addict and never say no to a glass of red, or…