Past Drifts

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…

Heading back towards Cape Town for my final drift night, I arrived at Gariep Dam in the late afternoon with urgent work to be done. The cold front was screaming in and I just wanted to get settled and into my tent before the wind and rain swept through. I asked for a campsite at…

I left Jozi to head home this morning, after a short time of city chilling. I didn’t make a decision about the route I was going to take because I wanted to just drift again, so when I reached the split of the N1 via Bloemfontein and N12 via Kimberley I let my SX4 decide,…

Great news! Kevin came around and fixed the hot water story. I am no longer stinky. I’m actually smelling so clean and fresh and sweet that I’m under attack by some very stalkery bees. I’m super allergic to bees however, I’ve learnt that bees, unlike mosquitoes, are open to negotiating the terms of annoyance. So,…

I’ve got no hot water in my cottage and I can’t get hold of Kevin. It’s so weird. I phoned him late on Friday afternoon to enquire about the cottage, he said it’s available, I arrived 20 minutes later, he gave me the keys, didn’t ask a thing about me, no money has exchanged hands,…