Now that we’ve arrived in Cape Town, we no longer need our Five Dollar Tent and so have donated it to the townships. If they can’t use it directly, they’ll be able to sell it to raise money for their projects. Let’s hope they get more than the $5 that we paid for it.

Oh, Guineafowl! How beautiful thou art. Thine spotted feather, Upon plump bulk And bright blue head With red crown atop. Why doest thou run, so?

In a homage to my dear friend Nathan, who recently and nastily twisted his foot back-to-front during a freak paragliding incident, H (Squiffy’s sister) and I decided that it would also be wise to throw ourselves off a mountain under a silk kite attached to our persons by means only of a few bits of […]

The multi-purpose Robben Island, a half-hour boat ride off the coast of Cape Town, is best remembered for hosting Nelson Mandela’s political incarceration during the aparteid era. The only way to get to the island was to join an well-oiled organised tourist machine which, judging by the glitzy mainland entrance building in the harbour, is […]

Last December, my family joined us on our trip when they came out to Spain for Christmas. They’ve since had an open invite to join us wherever they wish, and my sister decided to make a guest appearance in Cape Town. She arrived a couple of days after us, and fortunately for her, a couple […]