Thoughts & Adventures of a traveller
Richard Stupart ranks 321 in Africa and 189 in South Africa. According to site visitors it ranks 1081, and 936 according to page views:
According to blogroll links it ranks 810 and 775 according to the amount of links within Afrigator blog posts
Journalism is nothing if not the beautiful license to find stories. Beautiful ones, tragic ones, ones that make you think. Sniffing them out like some sort of literary bloodhound and bringing them back, tail wagging. What happens to afterwards at the hands of the editor doesn’t bear thinking. But
Camera in hand, I follow Hailey through the roads of Glenmore as the Sunday afternoon beats down on us. She, in turn, is following Ben Mafane, the township patriarch whose athletic frame understates his age. It’s easy to understand why he is dubbed the ‘Mandela of Glenmore’, having been
The irony of being on a journalism course and at the same time suffering a bad case of blogger’s block is painful. Which of course, doesn’t make it any easier to force thoughts into the words I want. Imagine trying to fit a cat into a box with a
And lo! We went to those places To which we may never, in this circle of our lives, return. Facing the tempest’s edge To return with a stolen handful of the sun. No related posts.
The stories from good travels never really end. There is always a new one, a new gloss on an old one, or simply a retelling to someone who has never heard it before. Sometimes it’s a connected event that triggers a memory. Other times its a photo, a scrawl
This marks the two hundredth post on WhereTheRoadGoes. It’s been a long journey over the last two and a bit years – thanks for coming along for the journey. It really is often only on looking back that it becomes clear how truly far we have come. I’d
I have liked Matador Network for some time now. I found the site a little over a year ago, looking for more bloggy, personal viewpoint-type stuff ahead of a trip to Southeast Asia. Lonely Planet was, and remains, my authoritative reference for places to sleep and transport links, but I
For your entertainment and at least partly for my nostalgia, I kept a list traveling from Cape Town to Cairo of various interesting statistics. It makes for a colourful two minute retelling of the course of events. Cockroaches seen in hotel rooms: On at least four different occasions. Once
Been talking to myself forever. And how I wish I knew me better The lyrics had been bouncing around my head for the last two days. Some songs come and go, others stick in your brain when they happen to strike the right note and refuse to leave. This
My plan on returning home was always to pass right through and into something new. Not to turn my back on the people I know and the work I do in that place they call the Real World, but to augment it. To do more. More of the things
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