This is just nuts, I thought, stuffing jalapeños into yet another sterilised jar. It’s midnight; I have to be up at sparrow’s to get to the airport and here I was trying to make something of the mound of produce – chillies, green beans, and granadillas – our garden has suddenly coughed up. We were going to be away for three weeks, so this had to happen now, or all the nurturing will go to waste.
That’s how it began. The bigger picture is that my wife and I, Capetonians, had scheduled a long-postponed trip to include a few days in Gauteng and then to hit the road to the Kruger. It would be a real mixed bag of experiences, from exploring