Kortstorie #1

Dis laatmiddag in Mei. Hulle ry terug van aankope. Die son se strale breek hier en daar oor Tafelberg en vertoon die herfsblare as deursigtig. Die kattebak is vol met 13 pakke boerewors, hoenderborsies, maalvleis, stapels en groente. Sy dink dit behoort genoeg te wees om die veertig te voed wat op die kamp kom….

Reisjoernaal #1

When I grew up I always heard my parents’ legendary stories about their epic road trips. They had photos of them driving through the empty Free state and having padkos in a desolated, tumbling down house. They talked about campfires and sleeping under the stars. Since then I have always dreamt of having my own…