Our camp site is set under whispering peppy trees. Such a beautiful sound to wake to on day three. The air is chilled as I filter my water for the trek ahead. We saunter out just after seven and walk wide dirt tracks. Soon enough these begin to narrow, and our arms are raked by… Continue reading Trail Tale – Part Three
A rotisserie chicken – that is how I describe my first night sleep on the Cape to Cape Trail. On an 8mm foam yoga mat, I conked out on my side, woke up with a blow-up pillow full of drool, turned onto my back and conked out again. This was the 360-degree rotation all night.… Continue reading Trail Tale – Part Two
Grey clouds hang heavy in the sky, frowning down at us as we clamber out the Jeep. The wind threatens to snatch my hat away. Stooping over, I swing fourteen kilograms of pack onto my back. A pack stuffed with everything I need to live on for three days. With well wishes, hugs and a… Continue reading Trail Tale – Part One
Nine weeks of coffee abstinence has been broken by some limp-wristed, Nescafe bullshit in soy milk. It kind of reminds me of my first sexual experience: under stimulating, yet strangely okay. Now, anyone who knows me would be thinking ‘why nine weeks without coffee?’ or ‘what possessed you to do that kind of craziness?’ Well,… Continue reading Love, Health and Insanity
Inbetween Coffees 