Living on the West Coast of France, and living on the West Coast of South Africa is not quite the same. To exchange the one for the other - even for a couple of days - a little bit of effort is required!
Endurance, patience and a palate made of solid granite - essential to modern travel where airplane food tests your will to survive.
A sight that I would remember for years to come, OR Thambo Airport at 00:30 on a Sunday morning and not a single person around.
From Gauteng to the Cape. When this is the view from your hotel bedroom, anticipation for the days ahead starts mounting!
West Coast National Park - Postberg. The entire morning the cloud cover was low and grey, with fine mist rain coming down from time to time. Yet a little voice told me to take the turn-off because just maybe...
As I enter Postberg - which is only open during flower season (August and September) the sun breaks through and wow and... because words disappear, I carry a camera.
Look carefully and you will see the backside of a Bontebok. I only noticed it standing there much later.
When the scenery is this spectacular I tend to shut down the grey matter and just observe with all senses on high alert.