The weather is dreary. There are grey clouds obscuring the sun and a rude wind picking at the branches of the trees. Luckily, I'm safe inside the wood and glass panels of the Botlierskop restaurant, where the grass roof overhead seems undisturbed by the storm that's been brewing over the area for the last few days. This game reserve is quite popular with tourists, and looking at the view of the small green valley with roaming rhinos and springboks, I can understand why.
A few weeks ago, I hurt my shoulder while swimming in the ocean. This probably doesn't seem as upsetting to you as it does to me. It was quite embarrassing, because I grew up in those same waves, at the same beach at Hartenbos, the little bit of ocean I've always been used to. It just shows you how Mother Nature keeps prevailing. Unconquerable.
When you walk into Baruch’s Coffee Shop, you find yourself in a broad space filled with vintage decorations against the walls and among the small tables, complete with second-hand books and old kitchenware.
Every time I'm in Sedgefield, there are five to twelve paragliders in the sky. Just minding their own business, floating in front of the hills over the piece of Garden Route valley between Wilderness and Knysna. Today was no different. They were the colourful specks of peace above the swarming turmoil that was the Saturday market at Sedgefield.
