Love at first (and last) light

That time I fell in love between two river beds….

The first reaction I get from most of the people I told my December holidays were spent visiting the Kgalagadi Transfrontier National Park (KTP for further reference) was “Where’s that?”.  My response for ease of reference was “Near Upington, on the border of Botswana and Namibia – that pointy sticking out bit.”  Still most would only recognise it slightly better.  The most common response I got as a follow up was “It’s hot there!” For good reason though.  Most South Africans my age are most likely to recognise Upington, from the daily weather reports our parents forced us to watch growing up, as one of the hottest places in the country almost through all the seasons.  Durban would be setting record highs at 36 degrees Celsius and Upington would be “Hold my beer” at 45 degrees. Upington, Lephalale and Skukuza would always be closer to the sun than the rest of South Africa.  So maybe visiting at the height of summer was madness.  But it was madness I had set in motion 3 years before and has to see through.

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Journey to the iron mountains…

Our guide stopped to allow me to take a picture of the Waterberg Mountains.  While I got my camera settings correct in the dim light of the cloudy morning he explained to the other two guests on the drive that the mountains that surround the Marakele National Park were very rich in iron ore.  The name of the closest town, Thabazimbi, even translates directly to mountains of iron.  And it was because of the high iron ore content in the mountains that the area was know to experience some of the most dramatic electric storms in the country.  Which explained a whole lot because, the evening before, driving through to the town of Thabazimbi I got to experience one of those legendary storms first hand. Continue reading “Journey to the iron mountains…”

How I fell in love 3 times in one week!

How could that have even happened you may ask!  I know its may be hard to believe the title of this post but I can assure you that it really did happen.  Actually it happens all the time to me.  Falling in love is a regular occurrence.  How anyone would get through a week, or even a few days in a row without falling in love actually escapes me.  It would be hard, after all, keeping up a blog called Passion Fruit if I didn’t already have many loves and if I didn’t occasionally fell in love all over again.

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