Silence, starlight, dust & Salt
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as the saying goes. Soutpan is apparently not beautiful – in any case, not pretty by chocolate-box standards. But don’t get the wrong idea now: it’s not Platteland that says or thinks so.
In fact, it is many of the residents themselves who, when asked what makes them feel at home here, start their response with: “We know our town isn’t among those pretty, charming Free State dorpies, but just you wait until you’ve been ‘salt-cured’ here… Then you’re like Lot’s wife: you’re not going anywhere.”
It’s as if the lyrics of the Jimmy Soul song apply to Soutpan: “If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife. So from my personal point of view, get an ugly girl to marry you…”
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