(A post from Cecile's Facebook) I came across this photo today while sorting through stuff. I see a contented cat - Fietetjat. I see a quilt made by my mom, … (continue reading)
Author: Freddie Roux
(A post from Cecile's Facebook) Weird how these moments happen. You stand at the stove, hear a sound, and glance over your shoulder. Like a thousand times before. But this … (continue reading)
En na ‘n donker-oggend warboel van oorvol treine is Schiphol weereens ‘n skokkende losgemaal van ‘n menigte der leërskare mense. Dis vakansietyd en dis drukgang op drukgang en beamptes wat … (continue reading)
Scatter some of my ashes here when I die.(My Flemish friends will find the spot) … (continue reading)
Die donker kom van buite en syfer deur die ruite. Is daar dan nog kole op ons vuur? Ons drome van gister word somber en sinister. Want – ja, Nico … (continue reading)
“S**t! This is not a good day!“, I thought, as Komoot announced that I had arrived – and I realized this does NOT look like the place that Gerrit had … (continue reading)
There’s some rain, and a howling wind in my face again today – a Black Southeaster we would say in the Cape. But a special moment: land of the cycling … (continue reading)
Die papiertjie met Peter en Anneke Vos se adres sal nog ‘n tyd lank op my fiets bly… ‘n Momento. Van twee mense. Wat so gasvry ontvang in hulle huis… … (continue reading)
Yesterday – on the small ferry to Rozenburg, Roel and I started chatting. What a big, kind heart this man has! He found my little journey “heel tof”. couldn’t stop … (continue reading)
Na emails aan ‘n handjievol Warmshower hosts in Den Haag – ‘n antwoord. Van Heleen Neggers: Ja – kom bly gerus oor! En watter teenoorgestelde toeval toe ons uiteindelik by … (continue reading)
Die Weskus… In my tweedelaaste hoërskooljaar het ons armerig en sukkelend verhuis (vir die soveelste keer) vanuit die Kaapse voorstede na hierdie onbekende, vaal ou winderige, vis-stink dorpie waar die … (continue reading)
When I was her age, shortly after finishing school, my first and furthest journey was tossing my Lejeune bike and little canvas rucksack onto the back of a flatbed fish … (continue reading)