I am just back from South Africa, a place I have dreamed about travelling to for almost three decades. It is a complex country, full of contradictions, and I experienced all the feels. I thought I’d share a little of my grand adventure with you through a handful of the thousands of photos that I took. I travelled with my youngest brother and we started in Johannesburg, where our dad grew up, then went on to Soweto, Kruger, Blyde and Cape Town. We rode planes, trains and automobiles, and had a bloody fantastic time. So here’s a nonsequential version of how it went…
We drank excellent five-dollar mojitos as the sun set over stunning Camps Bay.
We took a train along the Western Cape that rattled through the dunes and travelled so close to the ocean that we felt the spray on our faces.
I could fill this whole post with animal pix, but let’s move on.
In Soweto we made new friends wherever we went. I have never been so warmly welcomed in any place around the world, or given so many high fives to strangers on the street. Don’t believe the hype about Soweto. It was one of the most brilliant experiences of my travelling life.
It was also one of the most heartbreaking. We were invited into places where no tours go, into the homes of people forced to live in inhumane conditions — in tin shacks without electricity, sewerage, bathrooms, garbage removal, and with only one tap to serve the whole area. The rivulet you see here is sewerage.
And we hiked around and down into Blyde River Canyon where we saw barely a soul. It is the third largest canyon in the world but in a beauty contest it would beat the Grand Canyon hands down. No photograph can do it justice.
So there you have it. That’s one photo story; I could tell many others.
And now I’m going to take the words that I recorded in this pretty notebook and use it as the springboard for fiction. I don’t know what it will be about yet, or what form it will take, but I am going to start somewhere.