Wadi Rischrasch

Sometimes, Cairo, with all of its rich fullness and grainy texture, displaces the mind's quiet.

April 29th, 2010|Blog|

Tambourines and tannoura

To play the castanets, to really play the castanets, one must have a personality that is bigger than all of the room.

March 12th, 2010|Blog|

Capsule Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe

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 [...]

December 13th, 2007|Blog|

capsule mthatha (a really little pill)

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.

June 22nd, 2007|Blog|

capsule roadtrip (mafikeng)

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 [...]

February 20th, 2007|Blog|

capsule bloemfontein

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 [...]

November 14th, 2006|Blog|