While working on this issue, the contributions from Deon Boshoff and Mic van Zyl reminded me again of those moments on the road when I’m at my happiest.
It’s usually early morning, when I’m the first one up, strong coffee in hand, and I realise I’m seeing – no, feeling – what’s in front of me almost as if for the first time.
In the Cederberg, it’s when the sandstone cliffs begin to glow red and gold as the sun peeks over the horizon. In the Kruger, it might be the flutter of a bird in the mopani trees while the cicadas clear their throats for the day. And on the KwaZulu-Natal South Coast, it’s the mist hanging over the ocean while I wait for the sun to burn it…
