Sweet Alexandria
In a glass lightly
In a glass lightly
Sometimes, Cairo, with all of its rich fullness and grainy texture, displaces the mind's quiet.
To play the castanets, to really play the castanets, one must have a personality that is bigger than all of the room.
I ran one of those vintage photoshop actions on the photo of a window in Masjid Bilal.
I knew that Journalist is a dirty word in Bob'stan. But surreal, in all the ragged over-use of that word, is the only one that can describe the furtive act of scrawling "Graphic Designer" in the occupation field on the [...]
Mosi oa Tunya
Mthatha smells like: damp wood. tastes like: sweet veld grass. sounds like: unhurried deliberation. feels like: the place you would go, to listen to the wind.
There's something about a 300km stretch of tar. Something about the road that pulls at you to start pulling together. And that's what happens on the N14 from Krugersdorp, all the way through to Ventersdorp and the R503 pass Coligny [...]
The coffee cup placed in front of me has an authentic granny-crocheted doily beneath it. This is Bloemfontein. I'm sharing a tuna tramezzini at De Rebus in the city centre with Sally and Anina, tannies* who are the encyclopedic reference [...]