Of Kalahari Oysters and the Healing Dance

We were about to embark on a 3 and a 1/2 hour journey from Maun to Ghanzi District in Botswana. It was a bright Wednesday morning and I was feeling good. Nice and energetic. Shabuu, the taxi driver, asked me rather obviously: “Aren’t you going to use the toilet before we go?” “I’m good now….

It never gets old…

It never gets old. T-two minutes, the houses grow smaller and fall away with the earth. You struggle a tad to swim through the fluff, before finally gliding – ever so gently – on a sea of still white clouds. It never gets old where the rubber meets the air. You know. That road above…

Walking at night in Maboneng

People are most appealing when they are being themselves. Because it helps you be yourself. Anything can be funny then and everything you encounter penetrates a different level of your psyche. Different than usual. The delightful kind of different with no walls. We let our guards down in Maboneng. And there was nothing prettier than…