Author: Hat

This post is for the strange ones

If you’re one of the weird-ones… a person who doesn’t FIT… or if you have a child who just doesn’t FIT… this little story is for you: When I was about twelve, I remember overhearing some of my mother’s church friends speaking in hushed tones about a six-year-old boy called Jeremy and his best friend, Ben-Michael. Jeremy loved his friend and the two of them would chat and play happily together every single day. Occasionally, they’d argue… but their disagreements were rare and short-lived. Jeremy and Ben-Michael were inseparable. There was only one ‘problem’; Ben-Michael was invisible. The only...

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You’re all invited… (if you can come)…

Firstly …. before I quickly try and fill you guys in with what’s been going on in my corner of the universe over the past couple of months…  I just want to make a point of saying to anyone who happens to be in Cape Town at this very moment in time:  Please come to my un-launch’like launch tonight!!!  Your support would mean the world to me… seriously!  I’m trying to stop myself from entertaining all kinds of grim visions of arriving at the Food Barn tonight… only to find like – 3 people there! Here’s the poster thingy:...

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Victorian hotels, grave tours, history lessons and dreaming-big with new friends…

When I was at high-school... (and I can’t quite find the words to express how much I loathed high-school)… one of my most hated subjects was History.  Our teacher, Mr. Oosthuizen, seemed about as disinterested in the stories of the past as the indifferent, uniformed teenagers that filed dutifully into his classroom four times a week.   History Class usually involved the aforementioned teacher (a lanky ginger sporting a neat mustache) reading aloud from the prescribed curricula, cherry-picked by the powers-that-be as the information we were supposed to compliantly imbibe. But I had long ago mastered the art of...

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The strange town of Springfontein…

Before I tell you about our stay at Cradock’s tuishuise… I just wanted to share some photos of a very strange little town that we drove through on the way to Cradock. It happened quite by accident.  Darryl (the book festival organiser) had recommended a stop at the “Springfontein Padstal”.   A padstal, for those of you who aren’t South African,  is an Afrikaans word – directly translated as “road-shop” or “road-store”… and most of them are awesome!  Padstals (unlike the gaudy, supersized petrol-ports with their attached fast food franchises)… are independently owned roadside havens situated alongside almost all...

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Historic Karoo villages, Afrikaans hospitality and a tomb on a mountain…

About two weeks ago, we returned from 6 days and 5 nights spent in Cradock – a historic town in the Eastern Cape.  Over the years, we’ve zig-zagged across most of South Africa and spent lots of time in every major city (except Kimberley).  And we’ve visited many Karoo towns… but never Cradock. And (as I quickly discovered)… Cradock should be visited!! Here’s why: It’s one of South Africa’s most historically significant towns.  Many believe that the apartheid regime gasped it’s last, desperate breaths in Cradock and when the Cradock Four were murdered by security police in 1985 –...

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