In its heyday, Kolmanskop was so rich in diamonds that men didn’t even need spades to find them, they just sifted through the dirt with their hands. Talk about location, location, location!
On a South African highway, we passed hundreds of Communal Weaver bird nests on top of electricity pylons. We likened these to condos in the sky.
Watching the sun rising over Pomene’s palm fringed shoreline, it felt as though we had woken up in a Bounty chocolate advertisement. What a paradise! The night before, under barely an eyelash of winking moon, we had rolled in over the dunes towards our friend Pat’s remote reed-walled hideaway. The morning’s rays brought straight backed locals, balancing baskets of vegetables, fruit and warm pão (bread) on their heads for us to buy.
Black & White is an African beats filled shack by the sea which serves cheap, authentic grub and is hard to leave.
Nothing is thrown away in Maputo; everything is inventively mended and re-used.
The recently revived Bulembu was once an asbestos mining town. It is now home to over two hundred AIDS orphans. In 2001, the mine closed after asbestos products were discovered to be carcinogenic and those still well enough abandoned the town in search of work elsewhere. A Christian organisation bought Bulembu in 2006 and utilizing the infrastructure already established by the mining industry, they have set up new industries generating products like timber, honey and water. Slowly people have returned and the old mining cottages are full of life again.
This historic rock, situated within Mlilwane Wildlife Sanctuary, is traditionally where Swaziland’s criminals were executed. Once they were marched to the top, they could choose to either jump from it’s summit with dignity or be helped along with spears. Its African name is Nyonyane which means ‘little bird’ and poetically describes with horrifying beauty how these poor souls appeared as they plummeted to their deaths.
South Africans sure have taught us a thing or two about glamping; satelite dishes, standard lamps and even a parrot in a cage are regular features at campsites. We met this lovely couple in Richard’s Bay and they invited us into their cosy abode for home made muffins.
While at the Sani Top, we met Adam with this beautiful Series 1 Land Rover.
One of the most magical ways to spend an evening in Cape Town (and escape the 21st century altogether!) is to have drinks on the terrace at The Mount Nelson and then stroll down to watch a movie at the Labia cinema which is just around the corner. This is what we did for Lucie’s 28th birthday a few days ago and it is like going back in time.
The Labia has barely changed for over sixty years and is the countries oldest independent art cinema. All of the original Art Deco features remain, including a little wooden box office where a woman in a pill box hat will exchange a cardboard theatre ticket for only R30 – that’s less than £3 and one cheap date!
Buy hot buttered popcorn in a brown paper bag and home made tablet from the Choc Bar (which still has the same innocent tagline ‘Nothing Nicer’) and then order drinks from Harold’s bar AND be served by Harold himself, as he has done for almost thirty years! Take your drinks into one of the four small theatres and, for a truly authentic nostalgic experience, sit in the back row with your arm around your girl!
An amazing clash of pillar box, pink and the palest blue on Long Street, Cape Town.
The Saturday market at the Biscuit Mill. Organic grub served on peeling doors.
Victorian past-times, Melbourne style.
Lachlan’s 1962 EH Holden, otherwise known as Matilda.
Boldly striped shack shop, Kalk Bay.
Mural of a mama carrying a television set on her head on a building covered in satellite dishes, Cape Town.
By The Hout Bay Manor pool.
Bar on the beach, The Grand, once a shrimp factory, now hip haunt.
Ethnic meets elegant at The Hout Bay Manor.
Township take on western advertising.
Candy colours, Woodstock.
= Mean Machine, Cape Town.