(A post from Cecile’s Facebook) Last night we dined on horse food. And it was delicious! We went with a friend to her local bakery, where she fetched a whole … (continue reading)
Author: Freddie Roux
(A post from Cecile’s Facebook) Shortly after getting our campervan, and after some stressful minutes where I frequently gasped and Freddie exclaimed “WHAT?!“, we stopped at the side of a … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile’s Facebook) Such fun! Doing a week long campervan trip in Belgium. Getting used to it after a day or two – driving a huge van on … (continue reading)
Spending a little time… raising a glass to crossing Africa… on a bicycle. Jeremy – from Switzerland – is cycling from Cape Town all the way north through the African … (continue reading)
Twintig jaar. Dis hoe lank ons hierdie Augustus al woon in ons huis in Riebeek-Wes. Die wit huis met die groen dak en die haan op die dak (soos ons altyd … (continue reading)
Frankryk… waar die verkeerde bier in die verkeerde glas kom… En daar altyd spontaan water met ete gegee word. Waar daar altyd ‘n ou omie alleen sit en eet. En … (continue reading)
Arrive in the greens of Ireland… to a thousand welcomes. Take the train west… for Galway… where the spirit of life runs deeply free… like a wild river. Leave again… … (continue reading)
Dis hoe dit was vir my om van die bekendste klimme in Vlaandere te kon fiets. ‘n Handvol Vlaamse vriende – ten spyte van my teëstribbelings – het maande gelede … (continue reading)
Perhaps it’s just perception… see what you want to see… hear what you want to hear. … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile's Facebook) Sixteen years ago Freddie and I decided to drink our very first Guinness. We chose a random pub near our backpackers in Galway, went in … (continue reading)
Unforgettable. To stand on holy ground – De Oude Kwaremont – where – for a century – every year De Ronde van Vlaanderen epic cycling battle happens and signifies the … (continue reading)
From expletives to monuments and bible verses. It must be love. Many of us were young in the 80’s when a certain “Daawid Kraamer” (as his name had often been … (continue reading)