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.
How have I never blogged about 44 Stanley Avenue, the coolest shopping and dining complex in Joburg, which is only five minutes from my house?
I guess it’s wrong to say I’ve never blogged about 44 Stanley; I’ve mentioned it countless times over the years (see here and here) when writing about specific restaurants or shops that are there. But I’ve never written a dedicated post about 44 Stanley as a destination and it’s about time I did – especially now, with the holidays upon us.
I’ve been dreadfully uninspired lately, struggling to think of anything I want to blog about despite having a long list of great ideas (many of which you, my readers, provided in September). I’m finding it hard to feel positive about life at the moment. But on Saturday Thorsten and I got the chance to visit Indwe Park, an indigenous garden and sculpture park in Braamfontein, and I knew I had my topic for today.
Given this week’s political nuclear bomb blast, it feels like a weird time to publish a light-hearted post about my recent (pre-election) jaunt through the United States. But I’m hoping you’ve have had enough of the U.S. election horror show – I know I have – and are ready (at least temporarily) for some wholesome American travel adventures. If so, please read on about my four-day visit to Maine, the northeastern-most state in the lower 48, with my sister, Susanna.
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