Dec 13, 2007
Capsule Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe
Tweet I knew that Journalist is a dirty word in Bob’stan. But surreal, in all the ragged over-use of that word, is the only one that can describe the furtive act of scrawling “Graphic Designer” in the occupation field on the immigration card. There are other things I learnt in Zim. I found that I could call on the power of GraySkull and... read more
Jun 22, 2007
capsule mthatha (a really little pill)
Tweet O.R Tambo International Airport – 6.15am. Take-off for Mthatha in a Jetstream 4100, one of those R/C looking propeller planes. (Blah photograph but I do like the Munsch-colours. We all begin in blood.)  The tallest building in town.  Mthatha - smells like: damp wood. tastes like: sweet veld grass. sounds like: unhurried... read more
Feb 20, 2007
capsule roadtrip (mafikeng)
Tweet There’s something about a 300km stretch of tar. Something about the road that pulls at you to start pulling together. And that’s what happens on the N14 from Krugersdorp, all the way through to Ventersdorp and the R503 pass Coligny and Lichtenburg on the route to Mafikeng. You pull together. Just me, Duritz and De La Rocha (who screams in an... read more
Nov 14, 2006
capsule bloemfontein
Tweet The coffee cup placed in front of me has an authentic granny-crocheted doily beneath it. This is Bloemfontein. I’m sharing a tuna tramezzini at De Rebus in the city centre with Sally and Anina, tannies* who are the encyclopedic reference to the concept. Anina reminds me of a tropical bird, brightly feathered in a blue suit, ornamented with chunky... read more
Oct 12, 2006
capsule kimberley
Tweet Kimberley. Hot. Flat. Sparse. You walk into the airport to walk out of the airport. “Everything’s five minutes away,” I’m told. This is a full-on work trip and time is not lenient, so I don’t get to see the big hole or the diamonds this unassuming dorpie is claim-famed to. I spend the day in a building with inactive... read more
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