Those of you who have followed my blog for some time; may have become conscious to the fact that I have a passion for the Desert. I love the ‘uncomfortable’ and I love the harshness. She tickles me on a primevil level.
To be fair to what mother nature has to offer, there are more uncomfortable places on Earth I’m sure. The Desert is however, the motherfucker of all that can go wrong within oneself. Don’t expect velvet covered rose petals and green pastures, only bare stone, thorns and heat. She offers nothing.. makes no promises, just presents herself in the most godly of fashions.. simplicity.
I may have been blessed by the utmost belief in simplicity.
This week Saturday I leave again to meet with her. I don’t expect her to make any promises, give me no relief from scorching Sun. I will however expect her to be curtious upon my arrival, and awe me with the finality of a blood-red sunset. I will even edge her patience towards a star-blessed evening, and rise me with a beautiful shadow-filled yellow sunrise.
It's a 1900+km round trip on a scrambler motorcycle, via the rail line to De Aar, Putsonderwater and back via Taung home.
