TIME-TRIPPING
We passed the turn-off to Sun City, a place I was a little too familiar with. When I had worked in Johannesburg back in the ʼ90s, that was as far as my weekend escapes took me. If only I had known what lay beyond.
Rounding the Pilanesberg, I regaled my wife, Sarah, with Sun City stories – a blur of rock concerts, feathered dancers, shiny coins and spinning wheels. When the hills were behind us I finally shut up and we were quiet and reflective, inspired by the rust-coloured landscape more than the gambling palace.
People gambled here too, you could tell by the dusty pastures for small herds of goats and cattle. Villages became more spartan; wood and daub replaced brick. After going through Molatedi Gate on the edge of Madikwe Game Reserve, our travel back in time was complete, and within a few minutes we were basking in the shadow of elephants, a herd of about 40 making its way across the track
