When I was a little girl, Indiana Jones was my idol. He had so much style and swagger; his adventures to exotic places, his death-defying escapes from booby traps, his endless knowledge about history and legends, the casual white shirt that opened on his rugged chest, and of course, his whip. My favourite movie was the Last Crusade where Indy travels through a crescent moon valley and enters an ancient city carved into a mountain, in search of the Holy Grail. Little did I know that years later I would be standing in that very spot, about to enter the Rose City of Petra, Jordan. Read more →
Some say the fire started in a sangoma’s house. Others say it was started by a drunk man who fell asleep, but nobody knows for sure. All we do know is that the fire was ruthless; scorching, angry flames leaping from one corrugated iron shack to the next and destroying everything in its path. Within a matter of hours, four people had died, 4,500 homes were destroyed and 15,000 people were left homeless and destitute. Read more →
As a cold desert wind swept through our camp, hundreds of little fire sparks jumped into the air, performing a swirling dance of light against the dark night sky. I was enraptured by it for a moment and time seemed to stand still as the red sands of Wadi Rum settled around me. Read more →
The morning began early. At 4:30am our guide Gerald from Primate Safaris picked us up in a dark green Land Cruiser and we drove 90km northwest from Kigali to Volcanoes National Park in Rwanda. We were on our way to trek through the rainforest to see the critically endangered mountain gorillas. Sharing 95% of our genes, there are only 880 gorillas left in the wild and only a handful of people have the opportunity to see them in their natural environment.
We shoved our small bags under the bench seat of the long back Land Cruiser, next to the first aid kit. The car jack and spanner were neatly tucked to the side and the ten-litre water containers were pressed against the back of the seat. The cooler box in the middle was filled with ice and a few soft drinks, and the small music player was sitting on the dashboard. The tank was full, the tyre pressure checked. The six of us piled into the car and waved goodbye to our friends; it was time to start our road trip from Port Moresby to Kerema.
One of the things I love about New York City is that you can literally walk into incredible events taking place right on the street. The other day as I was waking back from the Amish Market (the best place in the city to get wholesome, delicious food) I noticed a crowd at Dag Hammarskjold Plaza on 47th Street, so I went to take a look. Read more →
The first time I went to Hout Bay I instantly knew I wanted to live there. There was something about the rich diversity of colourful characters, the fishing village heritage and the spectacular natural environment that captured it all. Read more →
In February 2015 I had the great privilege of travelling to Kathmandu, Nepal. Going there to cover a meeting on the Climate and Clean Air Coalition, I arrived several days early to experience at least a small bit of the country, the colours, sounds, textures and tastes that had tantalised my imagination since I was a child. Read more →