Our plan after the night in Springbok was to head to Port Nolloth a small coastal town famous – I use the term loosely – for seabed diamonds and nothing else. We would spend the night there and then proceed to Hondeklip Baai to see the wrecks there. The Aristea due to a drunken captain… Read More Dodgy diamonds and elusive wrecks.
The following morning I woke on 30° 31’ 48” S, 17° 24’ 29” E beach in high spirits. I explored the rock pools, examined star fish and tried to catch some fish by hand – which never works no matter how much you throw yourself into it. Richard, after spending the night helpfully illuminating the… Read More GPS says no.
The next morning I woke early. I was pleased about this the previous night it occurred to me that between Richard falling out of his chair with exhaustion and me using socks on my hands in an attempt to prevent hyperthermia perhaps we were not made of as tough a stuff as I thought. There was… Read More No such thing as a free lunch?
Abalone Ling is the name of a porn star who once stayed in the same guest house as me. While she has no link to this blog post I think you could learn as much from Doring Bay Abalone Farm as you could from her, about entirely different things of course. Abalone is a giant… Read More Asian delights
Our first night camping we decided to follow the circadian rhythms of our ancestors – basically sleep when the sun sets and wake when it rises. Our increasing understanding of the importance of circadian rhythms in human health has revealed that ignoring the sun can increase your chances of, amongst other things, cancer, heart disease… Read More Who needs a toilet?
Like all great journeys this one started late with a fair amount of blame about who had forgotten what. The delay was exacerbated by the ensuing trip to the shops to pick up the essentials we could remember we had forgotten. It took until we were well out of Cape Town for the dust to… Read More The road to Tieties Baai