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I cannot NOT write. I think I was born with a pen (okay, today it’s a stylus) in my hand. So, wherever we go (and we travel a LOT), my diary tags along too. So does my tiny #NoFilter Canon SD 1200. And together we create a world from a unique perspective. My perspective. This blog is the world through my eyes, a bit offbeat, sometimes quirky, always different.
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Posted on: 25th September 2018| By: Marielle
Just when I think I need to venture beyond the familiar to find things exotic, out of nowhere I get a bump on the nose. It’s been taking me a little while to find my feet again after being on the road communing with wild and untamed creatures … 7,400 kilometres later … I mean,…
Posted on: 14th September 2018| By: Marielle
So here’s a story… inspired by a recent lion encounter in Kgalagadi and the way its image mirrors an exquisite ink drawing I purchased on an interesting coffee stop not so long ago. There’s a really cool artisan coffee shop sitting slap-bang on the thundering-truck-ridden N2, at Riversdale in the Western Cape (what?! In this…
Posted on: 6th September 2018| By: Marielle
Stimulated by my friend Clare’s comment (she, herself, is an accomplished photographer with an excellent eye for an unusual composition), I’ve done some experimenting with sepia on a few textural photos from Kgalagadi. Simply love the shapes of the collapsed camel thorns, gnarly limbs splayed out like giant tarantulas The term “sepia” is inherited from…
Posted on: 31st August 2018| By: Marielle
As many of you already know, Quirky World View sees things a little differently so I give you a number of not-so-run-of-the-mill pictures of Kgalagadi. More scenics, less wildlife. (Well, okay, just wait for the owls …) Did you know that the name Kgalagadi, translating as “the great thirstland”, in fact is a SeTswana word?…
Posted on: 26th August 2018| By: Marielle
Never say never … suddenly there are bouts of connectivity … and then reasons to get excited! So I know I’ve already said goodbye, but … we were so damn impressed with this lodge just a hop, skip and jump outside Twee Rivieren camp in Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park that the photos simply HAD to be…
Posted on: 25th August 2018| By: Marielle
Oh my, oh my. Out, damned preconceptions! just like Lady Macbeth’s famous Out Damned Spot! What a really, really pleasant squelching of low expectations. Hardap Dam took us quite by surprise. Admittedly we’d booked into VIP chalets but, goodness, we were impressed. Particularly as it’s an NWR resort and you know our feelings on that….
Posted on: 22nd August 2018| By: Marielle
Sorry, Swakopmund. I just don’t feel the love. This town has utterly lost its early German charm. It is now one great, big, holiday resort. In spite of my laments, we just love The Beach Lodge right on the seashore, designed like a boat complete with portholes, which we return to again and again. But…
Posted on: 21st August 2018| By: Marielle
Engulfing dust, persistent corrugations, shuddering and juddering and bouncing. The speed at which the rented double-cabs (and local drivers) tear along these gravel roads, no wonder it’s like driving over a cattle grid for 60 kilometres at 60 kph. Which is exactly what we did, driving 2 hours due west to get to the Twyfelfonteintein…
Posted on: 20th August 2018| By: Marielle
Sunset panorama by Keith Titley! I can’t claim ownership to such iPhone artistry. I always feel a step behind … Hirsh gets his Gravel Road Adventures Facebook post in waaaay before I get there. A blog needs a little more thought and composure and planning, so by the time you get this, it’s old news!…
Posted on: 20th August 2018| By: Marielle
Love, love, love this place. After Etosha, it is sheer luxury! I will come back here again and again. The drive here was painless. After the park’s eternal flatness, suddenly we had a pimpling of rounded wooded mounds which grew into sizable hills sprouting rock spines and boulders. Ahead, a looming stone barricade of bands…