Well after 2505342631 hours of driving, 345634 naps, 2344 stops to braai and a sleepover in Botswana we finally made it to Walvis Bay Namibia. The above sentence is only true if you consider how it felt rather than what actually happened. In truth, it was a three day trip with one or two stops along the way, including an impromptu roadside braai. The drive was first fun, then long, then fun then long and so on till we all knew one another far too well. We drove from Pretoria through Rustenburg into Botswana. We went all the way through Bots, passing Kanye and ultimately spending the night in Kang. The next morning we drove into Namibia. We stopped in Windhoek for our first Windoek on Namibian soil before carrying on all the way to Walvis Bay. It was a long trip for which I would recommend two night’s rest, one night in Kang and another in Windhoek.
Just a stone’s throw away from the Mall Of Africa, is the Nizamiye Complex. A large domely mosque which is a feast for the eyes even from a great distance. My love for places of worship has grown steadily throughout my adult life. I have come to have a profound appreciation for the serenity and a deep admiration for the devotion displayed through the creation of magnificent details. That human being are capable of giving so much toward a place where thousands can worship gives me hope.
What a way to start my Travel More Africa conquest. I have always dreamt of seeing more of our beautiful home but haven’t really set the time or money aside. Few things excite me more than travel lately…I’m not sure if it’s my age showing but I scream for a good vacay and a bit of DIY these days.
I recently visited the Black Horse Brewery after months of stalking it via other people’s Instagram pages. Yay to going to the places you stalk. It’s a little over an hour’s drive out of Joburg and most of the route is quite scenic. That coupled with the badass playlist we had going, the ride felt like it went by in a blink.
The very first thing we did was order ribs and wings – duh, that’s the protocol. (Which I just made up) Then we each got a brew of our choice. I somehow wound up with a pink beer, go figure. The universe is on my side. The food and drink are cool if you’re a big fan of simple, rugged fare but that was not my highlight. Don’t get me wrong, the food and drink we cool, I was just secretly there for something else.
I might have mentioned that I was looking for new and interesting ways to stay fit this winter. I find if I commit to certain activities and book ahead of time (and pay) then I’m more likely to actually follow through. The winter weight always gets me and this year I planned to stay ahead of the kgs by planning fitness activities.
This passed weekend I had the privilege of hiking with Team Fusion Hikes on their winter hikeaway in Mpumalanga. I made a cute little hiking essentials post for Instagram thinking this hike would be a chatty walk in the (slightly bigger than normal) park. Man was I in for a surprise.
Having grown up in Bronkhorstpruit one would think I would be accustomed to the point of jadedness of the spectacle that is the Nan Hua Temple. Situated a mere hour and a half’s drive away from Joburg, it is the most calming experience I have had in a long time. The temple was a gift to the Bronkhorstspruit community from the Buddist Community.
A deeply potent cocktail of inspiration, beauty, luxury and magic all in a shot glass that you take straight to the head in a week; The Cannes Lions Festival. It was an experience that will never leave my mental memory box or the “that one time” collection of conversation starters. Nothing that I can fit into a blog post can cover the feeling or the absolute dream it all was but luckily my camera was there to help me out. And as one does when in doubt, I made a list.
When in Cannes you must:
Well cursor, curse you this time. I have finally plucked up the courage to put up my very first blog post. And what a topic to start, PAHREE!
Between croissants, macaroons and beautiful storied architecture, somewhere in a hazy ambrosia of city romance I found what makes Paris Paris; Beauty. This is the city where the beauty of all things is paramount. Literally. Parisian folk have a keen aesthetic alertness like none I’ve ever come across. Everything will be beautiful if it’s the last thing they do.