Travelling in Southern Africa

I really feel that I could travel continuously and explore Southern and Central Africa. I will have to investigate how to earn money while I'm not there to run the business. Is there any business that falls into that category? I suppose not, because that's too easy and as they saying goes "money don't come easy". I'll have to write a blues song about my money woes. I can't even buy a Lotto ticket and hope to win the money to reach my dream thanks to the ineptness of our government ministers. I mean how hopeless do you have to be to mess up a simple thing like a Lotto tender. But I suppose there were too many fat cats in both tendering companies and they are all crying about the process of awarding the tender.

But alas I digress. Where would I like to go first. Tough question Kevo. I reckon a couple of weeks through the Karoo and then up into the Richtersveld. The Karoo really appeals to me with its sheer barren expanse of scrub stretching beyond each horizon in all directions. I would stop in at the small towns and have a couple of beers in the local hotel pub and watch and talk to the local populace; try out the local tea rooms with home-made scones and tarts; wander through the town absorbing the way people live and how the pace of life is in these rural back-waters. Houses with corrugated iron roofs, stark white walls and wooden gates. Harsh sun beating down and sending up shimmering heat waves off the one tar road in the town. The type of heat that during the middle of the day wants to crush you and squeeze you from all sides, making a person listless and ready to seek out the cool shade. But even in the shade there is no escape from the heat, it's just that the sun doesn't directly bake you; you just bake anyway, just a bit slower. When the evening comes the smell of those home cooked lamb-based meals mingle with the scents that are always present in the rural areas. Scents that can now be smelled because the air is so clear. When the first evening star appears there is the first felling of coolness. Then sitting in the hotel dining-room with the large overhead fans slowly turning and barely making a ripple of movement. Hearing the waiters clonking on the pine floors, the scraping of chairs and then the sound of music emanating from the depths of the hotel. Sakkie-sakkie music, which out here just seems appropriate. Hmm, I do believe that must become a reality. Maybe go and pop in and spend a couple of days with Kobie and Alec at Ganna Kraal and take those breathtaking early morning walks before sunrise before the household stirs, with their Labradors keen to join in and ever eager to go further and further. Yep, that's going to become real.