Tag:South Africa
I’d been humming along the dirt road that runs through the lower part of the frame when suddenly the hood (bonnet) of my Hilux just lifted up and crashed back into the windshield! I was stunned. Stunned and blinded. Where was the road?
With the near daily storms that passed in the afternoons, we were often treated to wonderful sunsets like this one. The sun has just dipped below the horizon behind the stand of trees, illuminating the clouds from below with a fiery red glow.
As my faded memory recalls, pretty much every afternoon at around 3:00 pm, the clouds would build us and a series of thunder storms would roll through. The noise from the rain and thunder rendered our seismic recording an exercise in futility so we’d return to camp, and face the prospect of cooking once again.
The Roman Road runs straight and bare
As the pale parting line in hair
Across the heath.
In 1986, having received a sentence of 5-years suspended for 5-years having been caught brewing beer in Libya, I was assigned to South Africa. In January 1987 I found myself in the Northern Cape province, in a small town named Campbell. According to Wikipedia it was renamed from Grootfontein in honour of the Reverend John Cambell. Although it’s not the church in this photo, David Livingstone preached from the pulpit of Bartlett’s Church in this town. When I was there in 1987, […]
