Boesman the bushman

I felt like cattle when we were urged to get into a 4×4. 25 people were standing in the back, holding on to a rail if they could. The ride into the desert was bumpy, at times hilarious, but mostly uncomfortable. When we finally arrived in the big patch of sand a desert guide called…

Entering the bush or bloody tea and pregnant women

It’s pretty hot, the tents are pitched and the group is ready to walk. We’re dressed in sunglasses, shorts and tanktops, but our guide approaches us with a beanie and walking stick. He’d grown up here in the Cederberg mountains. After a short walk he takes off his beanie and reveales a big head of…