There is a period in any lengthy trip when you miss work. Really. That wonderfully simple yet complex undertaking of getting up and going to work. Which is, after all, the act that lends structure to most of our lives most of the time. Obviously I am speaking for the many of us with meaningful, challenging and/or agreeable jobs—not for the billions who head off to long days at someplace comparable to… Read More

The prize is a book of your choice at Clarke’s Bookshop just down Long Street from our hotel. Or maybe a Devils Peak ‘Kings Blockhouse’ IPA at the pub next door (I’m looking out for you, Scott). Photos from an earlier trip to Cape Town. Here’s the issue. I’m going to be writing many posts about and during this trip and I should be able to refer to it in a more… Read More