They say writing is cathartic, and helps people to cope with difficult events in their life. I’m not too sure. It’s a year down the line, I’ve done a lot of writing and I’m still lost and confused and don’t feel like I’ve even begun to come to terms with the horrible reality of losing a friend.
I’d only known Adriaan a little over a year, and had no idea how much of a close friend he’d become during that time, until it was too late.
One of my biggest regrets is that I never thanked him for being there, just a simple as that. For being there.
My first trip to Cape Town was a whirlwind one day affair to help out at an ASI course. So when I got the chance to go back again for our next fully booked course in January, I made sure I had a bit of spare time for one specific reason… to visit Kirstenbosch National Botanical Garden.
Being a bit odd (okay, maybe more than just a bit) I had no interest in The Waterfront, Camps Bay, Vineyards or any of the other conventional tourist locations. But Kirstenbosch has been a “must-see place” for ages, on my long and ever increasing list.
Although my visit was only a brief Sunday morning stroll through the easily accessible and popular spots, (I did manage to avoid the crowds) it was well worth the visit.
I hadn’t heard much about Airbnb when I signed up on their site, to do a last minute accommodation booking for an impromptu work trip to Cape Town.
Little did I know what I’d been missing out on. Navigating the website was super easy, even for someone in a hurry and my main dilemma came in trying to shortlist suitable available accommodation. Some of the images and write ups that accompany each ‘home’ description look like they are out of a larney high end lifestyle magazine, and choosing just one, proved harder than I’d expected.
Each new option I found, had sumptuous looking beds, pristine bathrooms, secluded balconies and charming private gardens. I don’t put too much thought into the accommodation I get for work trips, as I’m mostly only there for a night’s stay. So I narrowed my search parameters, found a few decent looking spots and picked one that looked like an adventure.
Before we start, for those of you not au fait with the term “herping” here’s Wiki’s definition, which is pretty spot on.
“Herping is the act of searching for amphibians or reptiles.The term, often used by professional and amateur herpetologists, comes from the word “herp”, which comes from the same Greek root as herpetology, herpet-, meaning “creeping”. The term herp is a shorthand used to refer to the two classes of ectothermic tetrapods (i.e., amphibians and reptiles).“
So, with that out the way… here goes. Ahem. Herping in the Soutpansberg….
I was privileged enough to spend the last few days of holiday at the Lajuma Research Centre in the Soutpansberg Mountain Range.
The “little” brother, Luke and I spent a couple of days (not nearly enough) being shown the superb beauty and rich biodiversity of the area by Melissa and Ryan from the Soutpansberg Centre for Biodiversity and Conservation. Both Melissa and Ryan have a huge interest in herpetology and a vast knowledge of all things reptile and amphibian related (plus a whole lot more) and we couldn’t have asked for better or more avid guides.
My infatuation with TED talks only started about a year ago when a friend helped me analyse how I was spending my travelling time.
At that stage I was travelling 110kms everyday on the highway to get to and from work. The only thing that kept me sane (relatively) was music. A memory stick full of my favorite songs kept me singing along (probably badly) and kept my mind off the hassle of long distance commuting.
I was visiting friends for dinner one evening (more than likely complaining about commuting, and time and feeling overwhelmed and dumb and limited) when he asked me what I listened to in the car. “Music, naturally! I live in the lyrics” He suggested in a very simple way “why not consider something more engaging, a language course, audio book or audio course?”
My love for the Drakensberg deepens each time I have the privileged to visit. It doesn’t matter which part of the Berg I see, it does my soul a world of good, just to be in those mountains. It’s one of the few places that quietens my ever noisy mind.
So, when my boss suggested a day trip to the Sentinel earlier this year, I needed no convincing.
We set off from Pretoria dark and early one January morning, and arrived at the Sentinel carpark just after 10am. The last few kilometres of the roads are rough, and need to be navigated with care.
But the surrounding scenery is well worth the slow passage, and offers a taste of what’s to come.
Your first real glimpse of what’s to come
Quiet scenes from the Drakensberg. Wild flowers, blue skies, it doesn’t get much better than this.
After the usual hike registration with the guard on duty and paying of hiking fees, we hefted our camera gear and started out on the main route. (we didn’t stay on this route long, but don’t tell anyone)
My blog has been silent for far too long. So, here’s a quick look into what’s kept me so busy for the last year and a bit.
When people hear where I work now, their eyes grow big in surprise, they frown and then I get a sting of interesting questions…. Here’s the answer to some the most frequent ones…
What it’s like working for the ASI.
I started this job just over a year ago, after a dead end stint in the hospitality industry. My new title; “Admin Manager” – little did I know at that time, what this role would encompass. There I thought I’d be doing a bit of course coordination, invoicing and quoting. Ha!
As with all new jobs you go through that initial phase of sink or swim. Everything is new and unfamiliar, and you’ve gotta keep your eyes, ears and mind open. Luckily I’m not really a fan of the whole sinking thing, and slowly got better at swimming – albeit in circle and doing doggy paddle.