A generous sweep of strawberry-blonde grasses turns hazy copper in the lateafternoon sun. They grow around a sprinkling of boulders and in tufted carpets across rumpled hills that reach towards distant blue mountains. Scattered across this land are ironroofed houses and - grazing quietly between them horses, sheep and cattle, moving slowly through the quiet afternoon.
A band of asphalt - the R392 - weaves through rural Eastern Cape from Queenstown to Dordrecht, and on it a 3.0-litre turbo-charged Isuzu D-Max glides around the curves and powers into the straights. At the wheel is Anneliese Burgess, an investigative journalist whose history runs deep here in the vast farmlands of the Eastern Cape interior.
‘I know this road like the back of my hand,’ she says. ‘I could close my eyes and still know every single kilometre. I know every turn
