Viva…

Viva…
This entry is part 4 of 16 in the series Port, with a touch of Paella - Portugal 2015

08/09/2015 In 1905, plans were starting to form to celebrate a world’s fair in Seville. The aim was to modernise the idea of Hispanism – to give it a commercial and industrial connotation, without losing the  real spiritual meaning. For various reasons, the expo eventually only took place in 1929. The centrepiece of the fair…

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In our blood we carry it…

In our blood we carry it…
This entry is part 3 of 16 in the series Port, with a touch of Paella - Portugal 2015

07/09/2015 I once read that Seville is the type of city where we would still find Spanish girls skipping hand-in-hand down the street. And somehow I always had some fascination with the Spanish. Which meant that Seville was always one of the cities I wanted to see. It was easy to decide to take a…

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When it’s spring again…

When it’s spring again…
This entry is part 1 of 16 in the series Port, with a touch of Paella - Portugal 2015

05/09/2015 Behind our house, two Brazilian Pepper trees have become the objects of a great deal of rivalry between our somewhat miserable neighbour and my husband. I frequently curse these trees for obstructing our view of the beautiful Hout Bay bay. And yet, over the last few weeks, I’ve been noticing a new energy in the sunbirds and…

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But just remember on the way home…

But just remember on the way home…
This entry is part 14 of 14 in the series Sunsets, Dunes and Quiver Trees - Namibia 2014

21/09/2014 As we make our way through multiple stop/go’s caused by large roadworks projects along the beautiful Cederberg regions, we reflect, as always, on the highlights, and lowlights, of the past two weeks. We asked ourselves – what exceeded our expectations? What didn’t? What did we enjoy most. Very little didn’t meet our expectations. We…

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Oh, the rivers flow, so old..

Oh, the rivers flow, so old..
This entry is part 13 of 14 in the series Sunsets, Dunes and Quiver Trees - Namibia 2014

18/09/2014 I could stay here on the edge of the canyon forever, but we have to gradually start making our way home. And to catch our breath before we do this, we planned on resting for two nights at Ai-Ais hot springs. To get to Ai-Ais you have to drive back up North to the…

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It’s the call of the canyon

It’s the call of the canyon
This entry is part 12 of 14 in the series Sunsets, Dunes and Quiver Trees - Namibia 2014

17/09/2014 Three years ago, I was able to share one of the most exquisite wonders of nature with my three children. I remember vividly how the Aurora Borealis moved us to tears.  Today, nature did it again. We have become quite accustomed to travelling on gravel roads. And we love the random surprises. Like the…

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Wild horses…

Wild horses…
This entry is part 11 of 14 in the series Sunsets, Dunes and Quiver Trees - Namibia 2014

16/09/2014 Today we did nothing. Well, mostly nothing. We unashamedly lazed around all morning. Slept a little. Blogged a little. Sat a little. Eventually, we figured we would try the water hole again. Who knows – we may just get to see one or two horses. We saw the first horses halfway to the water…

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They’re swimming in the sand…

They’re swimming in the sand…
This entry is part 10 of 14 in the series Sunsets, Dunes and Quiver Trees - Namibia 2014

15/09/2014 From Aus it is about  a 120km drive to Lüderitz. The road is tarred, but I cannot help wonder how many accidents must happen on this stretch of road, with drivers simply falling asleep from the shear boredom of a straight line of asphalt in the sand. If there is one thing you can…

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Between the silence of the mountain…

Between the silence of the mountain…
This entry is part 9 of 14 in the series Sunsets, Dunes and Quiver Trees - Namibia 2014

14/09/2014 We’re  off to Aus. And as always, the plan is to leave early. And then vacation happens…. In front of the main lodge, yesterday’s stale breadcrumbs became a feast to behold. Ground squirrels (Waaierstert Meerkatte), Ruppel’s Korhaan,  pale-winged Starlings (bleekvlerkspreeus), doves and many sociable weavers joined in the feast. A little field mouse had…

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