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A taste of the west coast

Thursday, 24 July 2008 The mist has been hanging for days now, a twilight zone. One can hardly make out any land mark as the mist seems to wrap everything in a fine gauze film. Every now and then the sun manages to burn a hole in the haze and the beauty of the coast unfolds before you. Ahead lay the Veldrift harbour and the swollen brede river mouth, the wind gusting, now and then we would catch a glimpse of a large fishing ship bobbing...

An inspiration and a pillar of hope

Monday, 21 July 2008 It was just after 5AM in the morning as we slowly slid out of Cape Town harbour aboard Eve, a beautiful power yacht. The full moon hanging over the glass like ocean, hardly a swell as we majestically cut a line through the gun mettle sea, slowly the massive turbo diesel motors turned from a low growl into a high pitch purr as the boat lifted out of the water and lurched forward into the direction of Robben Island. It wasn’t long and...

It’s good for you

Monday, 21 July 2008 I spent much of the day running on my own at the base of the cliffs along the beach. The NW wind , howling down my back, gently pushing me down the beach. Gulls and Cormorants effortlessly gliding into the wind, hanging as if they were puppets on a mobile. The low tide was slowly pushing back, the waves swishing up the sand releasing huge blobs of storm foam which is quickly blown across my path like powder snow. I love the coast,...

Low flying ostrich

Sunday, 13 July 2008 It had been a good morning session, the rain now a thing of the past and we were running a fairly firm sand track. The warm afternoon sun baking nicely on our backs, but a cold southerly wind was picking up from the front. There is game in abundance, every kilometre we see steenbok, the odd bat eared fox and even sighted a cape wild cat. The bird life is unbelievable. Ahead on the road were a group of ostrich slowly sauntering...

Salt Highway

Sunday, 13 July 2008 It had been a really frustrating day of waiting to get permission for an escorted passage through the diamond mine area. There were fears that if we could not get through, we would be caught up in flash floods from the unrelenting rain of the past week. Dry river beds, after decades of dormancy suddenly turn into swirling vortexes of mud and debris, engulfing what ever lie in their path. With this lurking in the back of our minds, we decided to...

Shine on me you crazy diamonds

Tuesday, 08 July 2008 Our day had ended on the Farm Brazil. Here we met a really special family, Rocky, his wife Karen and their little daughter Jesse (who was asleep at the time). We were invited into there home situated and one of the most picturesque points of the coast. Rocky has been diving and surfing the coast for some 10 years in the Klein see area. He had started out his career at the diving camp called Noup some 30km down the coast from Brazil....

Aletta’s feast

Sunday, 13 July 2008 It had been a long hard slog along the coast, deep sand interleafed with really jaggered rock out crops. Occasionally we would be rewarded with a few hundred meters of hard flat beach. Our running had now frizzled out into a plod, our legs burning from the soft sand. The northwester was still trying to wriggle down our necks and sap every last bit of warmth and energy we had left. The rain would follow in intermitted squalls, relentlessly pounding us with...

Little Jesse

Tuesday, 08 July 2008 I heard excited chatter and shrieks coming from over the dune as we got ready to start our morning run. Looking up I saw a group of people walking towards us, awash with colour and leading the charge was a tiny figure laughing away carrying a bunch of flowers bigger than herself. It was the family from Brazil, Rocky’s wife, little Jesse and friends coming to greet and send us on our way. Dragging behind smiling Jesse was a little painted poster saying,...

At last the sea

Tuesday, 08 July 2008 Port Nolloth originally an old copper belt port, but its now home to a new breed, the hardened diamond diver. Characters larger than life and as you sit and listen to their stories about the coast and look at their weather beaten faces, you can almost count the hard years by the wrinkles on their faces. The newest story that was abuzz in the town was about Budgie who after 20 years of diving out nothing but gravel, was finally selling...

Fenced in

Friday, 04 July 2008 The morning mist was slowly parting as the sea breeze heaved it too and fro across the rolling hills, every now and then hooking on the bushes and tearing into pieces of cotton wool like blobs, reforming and slowly rolling on into the morning sun and dissipating like large lumps candy floss finally frizzling away. From under this the road ahead was revealed as it stretched on into the distance like a ribbon that was unravelled as it scurried from hilltop to...