In Bloemfontein

Restful little B & B with the cosy name of Cocoon. Time for a nap, shower & then a stroll down to a nearby restau called Bella Trattoria that caught our eye. When in Bloem, do as the Romans do - eat at a trattoria!

Memories are made of this

Hot salty melt-in-your-mouth chips eaten with gusto on the Victorian balcony of our room. Our meal is entertained by the to-and-fro of trucks huffing noisily past with mysterious loads & occasional glimpses of a bare chested trucker at the wheel, his cigarette glowing in the dark of his cab.

Slap chips & sarmies take-aways - entrance to Funchal Cafe

Friday peak hour traffic in Beaufort West

View from our porch.

Beaufort West

Just booked in to Karoo Guest Lodge. View from our room.

Big Black Mountains (transl.) Groot Swart Berge

I love being on the road again. Road trips evoke a poetic mix of feelings: excitement at moving on, anticipation of the next little town, curiousity about what's round the next bend, & heart-filling enjoyment of the moment.

En route

All packed... Think we should enter Guiness Book 4 most stuff squeezed into a Golf! Only trace of us left at camp site is a dusty patch where our tent was. Camping has lots to teach about travelling with little & touching the world lightly.

Wind in the trees

Lazy day today. Cosy in our tent, out of the wind. Toying with various options: canoeing, abseiling, golf, beach...Nice to consider all of them while horizontal on our bed!

A home with river frontage

Tired from all the sea air, with sunburnt faces, we drove home, followed for a while by a purposeful kingfisher. A dip in the Touw River then hot bath, cold beer & a braai.

Knysna

Best shrimp tails I've ever had followed by great sole & chips. Then xciting ride on catamaran past Knysna Heads out to sea.

Sunday morning

Bacon & eggs by the river. Lazy morning then off to Wilderness Market.

Friday sundowners

A braai, a beer & a river... On a sunset eve where the sunlight ripples, the water sparkles & campers' voices dance across the space.

Ebb & Flow

All set up. Our 1st coffee by the river watching the water birds.

The Owl House 2

A shady corner of her dream world, an invitation to breathe creatively into all the corners of our own worlds.

The Owl House

A yard peopled by fantastical creatures, a house dusty with the artist's spirit.

Rustpunt 2

A blustery morning @ our cottage after a night of rain goddesses doing the can-can on the tin roof.

Rustpunt/Restpoint: A quirky haven in a place called Nieu Bethesda

We got here after 6pm tired & hungry. Put our stuff down & headed straight to Outsiders, a little restau which we chose 'cos it was the only one open in town. Cold beers & homemade lamb potjie with a little black cat looking lustily on as we ate. Then hot shower & bed with the wind draping herself round the cottage.

Big sky country: travelling through the Karoo

We lost radio reception here. Just the drone of the car to tickle the silent starkness of this place.