Here, There and Everywhere
Three weeks ago, I was here:
I still can’t believe that I jumped off this bridge. Still need to write a full post about it. (Photo by Mark Jackson)
Last week and the week before that, I was there:
One of countless beautiful baobab trees that I saw in rural Zimbabwe. This tree is in Mount Darwin district close to the Mozambican border.
Women singing about prevention of HIV in Chiveso Village, near the town of Bindura in Zimbabwe. See my shadow?
This week, I’m here:
Back in Joburg, exploring secret tunnels and looking at graffiti. I’ve been doing a lot of this lately.
Some above-ground graffiti. There’s my shadow again, and Bias’ shadow. Bias painted the piece on the right.
In two days I’m leaving for another exciting destination, a part of Africa I’ve never been to before. I’ll keep it a secret for now.
I’m tired and don’t know whether I’m coming or going at the moment. But this has been and continues to be one of the best months of my life.
In other news, I have another SandtonPlaces book launch tonight, at Skoobs Theatre of Books in Montecasino at 7 p.m. Come give us a shout if you can.
The authors of SandtonPlaces: Gerald Garner (right), Brian Unsted (center), and me. (Photo courtesy of Brian Unsted)
Also, I still have limited-edition prints for sale – three of the ten are left. Let me know if you’re interested.
That’s all for now – much more to come after I’m back from my next trip in early August.
I’m excited that you’re going somewhere new actually. Because I don’t have any trips planned right now, I’m living through you, Meru and Dawn! Safe travels!
Haha, thanks Kate. I’m sure I’ll return the favor and live vicariously through you at some point in the near future.
Such beautiful images.
Thank you!
Have fun! I can’t wait to hear about it all. The jump looks breathtaking, and you can’t even see the bottom in the pic. I don’t think I could’ve done it at any age, but who knows – when I was younger, I sometimes forced myself to do what seemed crazy. The fact that it never turned out right (once my husband got caught in a whirlpool that we weren’t expecting as we rode rapids down a mountain and only got out because someone just happened to be close by who had experience in fishing people out of there!) is probably why I lost interest in pushing myself. So I’ll live through you!
I’m glad you are busy and, even better, getting to explore so many places
Thanks Jonker :)