My love for the Kgalagadi Desert runs deep. Its wide-open spaces, the big skies, the endless rolling red sand dunes, and its plants and animals evolved with the most incredible adaptations to this harsh, arid environment. .Read more.
Light is slowly fading under the canopy of Jackalberry and Wild fig trees at Fundudzi Camp. A small fire is burning, drums are warmed up, and reed mats are placed strategically on the lapa’s dirt floor.Read more.
“You see that Merc parked halfway down the ravine?”, shouts Peterson Phasha over the noise of rocks knocking left, right and centre against the metal of our Landrover Defender, “that’s what happens when you try to drive this road in a sedan”. Read more
“High up in the Magoebaskloof Mountains”, we are told. Driving down a long grit road and one or two more dirt roads through the dark pine plantations, we question the directions once or twice. Read more
Awestruck. No potter’s wheels, no fancy tools, no kiln, and no commercially produced clay. With incredible pottery skills, turning clay into beautiful, authentic, honest, hand-built Venda pots. Read more.
We can only speculate as to the real reasons of this tragedy, but one theory involves a traditional healer assuring the warriors that they would survive their fall, if they wrapped themselves in ox hide.Read more.
My morning coffee is a sacred ritual and time for contemplation. Sitting with a steaming mug overlooking the large heart-shaped pan in front of !Xaus Lodge is heavenly. I watch this seemingly desolate and empty landscape with its sparsely vegetated red dunes. These arid environments intrigue me. On closer inspection they never are what they seem. Read more.