2025 Drift

As I left George and headed up the Garden Route towards Plettenberg Bay, I was wondering what kind of traveller I was going to be. I was driving past cool restaurants and markets and farmstalls and so many adventure activities and starting to feel pressure to stop and do and eat and look, not everything…

OK don’t distract me please, so that I can finally tell you about my encounter with the Gypseys. When we met at the Aqua Eden municipal campsite in George, Patricia and her daughter Kala were on their way to Cape Town and were planning on doing a silent retreat at the Dhamma Pataka Meditation Centre…

George was unexpectedly pleasant to visit. It’s a well run municipality sure, with tons of money being poured into the area, but the people are so friendly and helpful! The campsite manager warned me of heavy rains coming, so I set out on a tarp discovery mission, which took me to the AgriLand SSK. My…

I always thought that I’d be devastated to leave the farm. When I first moved there I swore I’d never leave, I loved it so much. But when I drove through the gates for the last time I felt nothing at all. I suspect I may be blunting my emotions at the moment to cope…

I don’t know why, but I sleep like a log when I camp. There’s something comforting for me in being close to the ground, with just a thin layer of material between me and the dark night. In a brick tent the scary monsters are always under my bed and in my dreams and waking…

At last! On the road with no plans. That’s how I planned it, but actually it didn’t turn out that way in the end. When D-day arrived the Universe (who I’m not speaking to btw) messaged to say that I needed to hot foot it to George asap because a friend needed energetic, background support…