• Zikomo, Zambia

    ”I never knew of a morning in Africa when I was not happy.” – Ernest Hemingway The small taxi rocked from side to side as it navigated the bumps and small rocks along the dusty road. With each sharp unannounced turn everyone in the taxi would be thrown against each other, whilst occasionally letting out an ‘oosh’ as we felt the earth scrape the bottom of the car beneath our feet. As our driver honked at another passing vehicle, the red dust kicked up beneath its wheels and swirled into the air catching the golden dusty sunset light as the horizon lit up in the most spectacular hue of reds and…

  • Cavalli Wine & Stud Farm

    One of the things that I love best about being a Cape Townian is our ease of access to the numerous quality fermented grape farms…and by fermented grapes, I mean a girl’s best friend…if you still haven’t guessed it, I’m talking about wine! I don’t really want to come across as an alcoholic because well, no one really likes to be labelled nowadays and also because I’m not, but as a student, there is quite a fine line between the two categories. I am quite proud, and I think my parents are too, of some of the grown up decisions that I have made within the past two years, the best…

  • A Winter Wonderland

    “Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person” ― Sylvia Plath That familiar feeling came back instantly. I felt like a child on Christmas Eve again, except this time it was actually snowing instead of being boiling hot. I’m sitting on the airplane flying back home to Cape Town, suffering horridly from jet lag and blowing my nose loudly every five minutes, a consequence of having too much fun, but for the first time in a long time, I have run out of words. I honestly don’t know where to begin my story or where to…

  • The Same But Different

    “A traveler without observation is a bird without wings.” – Moslih Eddin Saadi No matter how many times you travel the same road within your lifetime, although it appears to be that same dull road with the same dull scenery, it is always different. The people that occupy the sidewalks are different to yesterday’s sidewalk dwellers, the afternoon sun that streams through the trees and cause momentary blindness is different to the way that the sun hit the trees the afternoon before, the mood that you are in today is different from yesterday & although you could probably drive that road in your sleep, which is not advised, each time…