Out of the blue I got a call from an editor I’d once worked with: “My team and I are going to the Karoo Winter Wool Festival in June. It’s in Middelburg. We need a pho…” Before she could finish the sentence, and before budget or logistics were discussed, I’d said yes. I mean, sheep, the Karoo, a skuurdans, a markie… I am all in.
That is how I found myself travelling from Mogadishu to Middelburg via Gqeberha in the space of one week. (Don’t try this with your average travel agent.) And before
