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Wandering. Not lost.: Desert Hideaway - Chasing fugitives in the Namib
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Wandering. Not lost. Not all those who wander are lost" JRR Tolkien. Sunday, February 16, 2014. Desert Hideaway - Chasing fugitives in the Namib. A version of this story first appeared in the Sunday Times Travel Weekly. I searched for Henno Martin’s hiding place. I drove deep into the Naukluft region of the Namib Desert, the wilderness he called the gramadoelas. A landscape of tightly folded valleys, bent and twisted ravines and stingy scrub. A place where animals cling to a tenuous, dry, desert life.
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Wandering. Not lost.: January 2014
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Wandering. Not lost. Not all those who wander are lost" JRR Tolkien. Friday, January 24, 2014. Some of my favourite Travel Quotes. The traveler was active; he went strenuously in search of people, of adventure, of experience. The tourist is passive; he expects interesting things to happen to him. He goes 'sight-seeing.'. Daniel J. Boorsti. Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water. Gilbert K. Chesterton. I’m fe...
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Wandering. Not lost.: April 2014
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Wandering. Not lost. Not all those who wander are lost" JRR Tolkien. Friday, April 18, 2014. Dogfights and Dreams - A story of hope. This story first appeared in the Aviation News Journal May/June 2014 (Canada). The first time I heard Arthur Piercy’s story was in 1987 when I was a 20 year old infantry conscript deep in the Angolan bush. I was part of a force involved in South Africa’s last big invasion of Angola. To deal with some of my own history. So I contacted him and arranged a meeting. We sat oppos...
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Wandering. Not lost.: The Crowds and the Quiet
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Wandering. Not lost. Not all those who wander are lost" JRR Tolkien. Sunday, September 21, 2014. The Crowds and the Quiet. A version of this story appeared in the Sunday Times Travel Weekly - 21 September 2014. The crescent moon and a star are twinned by their reflection in the wide Zambezi River. Crickets chirp and frogs burp on the river bank below the camp. In the distance an owl calls. Island View specialises in fishing but the Euro-tourists are looking for the Big Five. At lunchtime Hartlaub’s...
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Wandering. Not lost.: Some of my favourite Travel Quotes
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Wandering. Not lost. Not all those who wander are lost" JRR Tolkien. Friday, January 24, 2014. Some of my favourite Travel Quotes. The traveler was active; he went strenuously in search of people, of adventure, of experience. The tourist is passive; he expects interesting things to happen to him. He goes 'sight-seeing.'. Daniel J. Boorsti. Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water. Gilbert K. Chesterton.
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Wandering. Not lost.: June 2013
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Wandering. Not lost. Not all those who wander are lost" JRR Tolkien. Sunday, June 9, 2013. Deep in the Bush and Out of the Car. This story first appeared in the Sunday Times Travel Weekly. Seven of us are moving through the bush as quietly as we can. We’re following two experienced guides in search of an elephant. The guides alternate their attention between the spoor and the bush around them. The elephant has huffed loudly somewhere not too far away. The wind is not in our favour. Our guides, Johna and ...
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Wandering. Not lost.: October 2013
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Wandering. Not lost. Not all those who wander are lost" JRR Tolkien. Wednesday, October 30, 2013. Hustlers and Ropey Boats in the Philippines. A version of this story appeared in the Sunday Times Travel Weekly. As our helpless boat drifted closer to the rocks, the Filipina woman got more panicky. The more panicky she got the more her American husband ignored her. Bats the size of cats circled the thick jungle trees on the cliff tops. It felt too early in the journey for an adventure. Credit cards were an...
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Wandering. Not lost.: July 2013
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Wandering. Not lost. Not all those who wander are lost" JRR Tolkien. Tuesday, July 9, 2013. Impressions from Cuito Cuanavale. This story is also posted on my Angola cycle tour blog. A multitude of coloured buckets and bowls bloom in the sand next to Cuito Cuanavale’s high street. The sight is as refreshing as a spring flower-bed. And like a flower-bed they wait for water. Down by the river, a water- truck is sucking water from the Cuito River to fill those containers and water tanks around the town.
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Wandering. Not lost.: May 2013
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Wandering. Not lost. Not all those who wander are lost" JRR Tolkien. Thursday, May 16, 2013. Slow train to Jozi. This story first appeared in the Sunday Times Travel section (12 May 2013). I’m alone in the four-berth compartment as we pull out of Cape Town station but this doesn’t last long. So where are you going? He sits down uninvited, but that’s ok, his smile alone makes him welcome. His name is Zab and he’s just finished matric and he’s off to initiation school near Klerksdorp. He plays the guitar.
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Wandering. Not lost.: December 2013
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Wandering. Not lost. Not all those who wander are lost" JRR Tolkien. Monday, December 30, 2013. Cape Cross Lodge - Skeleton Coast. From the bedroom I spot a sea bird. Gull-like but not a gull. Soars the wind on the waves. No flapping of wings. Too far away to make it out. A jackal trots across the sand outside the dining room window. It is wary though purposeful, stopping and looking behind every few metres. Eventually it jumps down onto the beach, disappearing from view. Sound of the sea all night.