There was a time in my life when I thought I was done with rural areas… Farms, dorpies, the people in them – even the animals had no appeal. I loved New York, Sydney, Cape Town and Johannesburg. Cities with a decadent vibe.
I was more of a smoky nightclub and disco man: rather take me to a cha-cha palace where I could hide in dark and dingy corners. I yearned for the smells and noises of the city – petrol, hooters and revelry in the air.
Even a traffic jam had the undertones of drama. I’ve lived in Cape Town most of my life.
The sea? You must be joking. A walk on the mountain? Don’t make me phone the police. Close the front door as you leave, please.
And then, before I knew it – time passed so quickly – I didn’t
