Safarisunset – Dawn and Dusk

Beginning and End

There is nothing new under the sun – nothing. There is forever a beginning and an end. The only exception perhaps is memory, which only comes to an end with your final exit – or does it not? Is it possible that your memory travels with you through the Universe? Will it be a burden or a blessing?

Birth and death, and then……..

The in-between matters, so man thinks – but does it really? Man is fragile, needs comfort, needs hope – meaning. The in-between matters.

29 July 1980 – Sunrise

23 September 2005 – Sunset

23 September 2019 – Time

Leenkind

diep in moederskoot geweef
vrug van liefde
leef
en harte uitbundig bons
wyl vlinders senu gons
afwagtend op hierdie liefdesvonds

teen hart gedruk gehou
pienk lyfie knus toegevou
bring lewe so
misterie nou volryp
wat liefde bring
diep in ons harte kruip
ons hele wese aangegryp


hier- neem My kind vir jou
geleen om te versorg
lief te hê
te rig, te lei, te leer
om te geniet as gawe ryk
wat louter Genade gee
My hartskind so geliefd

maar weet, gee ag
en maak jou hart gereed
dat as Ek volgens Wil
haar lewenspad vervul,
kom Ek haar haal my kind
en weer dan uit jou hart
vir hierdie leenkind smart

onbeskryflik vreugde bring
deur ryke seën
‘n hele lewe heen
ons pragtig rooikop kuiltjiekind
‘n lewe vol gestamp
en beker so gevul
so vol tot teen die rand

as plotseling die donker kom
en styf teenaan ons mond
‘n bitter, bitter beker dwing
smeek hart ineengekrimp
kon hierdie beker my tog maar nie vind
my hart verskeur,
hier – neem my leenkind Heer.

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#Safarison

29 Julie 1980 – Vandag het ons die allermooiste koperson ontvang, met kuiltjies, sagste haartjies en ‘n soenemond! Deur ons gemaak in liefde, maar nie ons eiendom. Alleen ons toevertrou, geleen – vir ons reis, ons safari in die son. Koper koppie wonder, koper koppie son, dimpels in die wangetjies en die mooiste soenemond.

En 25 jaar het ons in die son gereis………..

29 Julie 2019 – Vanoggend wou ons eintlik nie wakker word nie. Hierdie traagheid en vaak loop nou 14 jaar saam met ons. Maar dis tog ook nou anders as toe. Nie meer die totale verlamming en amper soort van paralelle wêreld nie. Nie meer die

doodsheid wat C.S.Lewis so raak beskryf in sy ‘A Grief Observed’ nie:

“And no one ever told me about the laziness of grief. Except at my job – where the machine seems to run on much as usual – I loathe the slightest effort. Not only writing but even reading  a letter is too much. Even shaving.”

Nee, ons loop, lees en lag weer lekker en geniet die safari en ons ander safarigeskenke ten volle en met vreugde. Tog is niks op ‘n manier ooit weer dieselfde nie – dit kan tog nie. 

Nella sou vandag 39 gewees het, maar sy sal tot ons laaste safarisonsak altyd net ‘n sprankel 25 wees. Ons eer en gedenk haar, en nou gaan ons opstaan en dinge doen – soos dit moet.

En, die son kom steeds op in die môre en sak in die aand – en dit speel steeds met die kleure van die Safari Sunset Leucadendron.


Reflection – What have we done? A pensioner’s personal pondering.

Winter brings the best citrus, chocolate, cosy comfort, coffee, companionship, compasion for those close, but what about all the others? Winter also brings reflection, or atleast it should, if but the smallest grain of humanity remains within us, for the misery of the masses during winter. Those who for ever have but one season – Winter.

What is wrong with us? With society, religious institutions, every single human-being living all seasons?

The indictment will be irrefutable, trust me!

“Our collective tolerance of gross inequities of poverty and unemployment, and inequalities that undermine the humanity of many in our society are all markers of our failures as individuals and nation to embrace Ubuntu” – a most profound statement by Mamphela Ramphele: A homegrown remedy for SA’s predicament. What’s stopping us?

https://www.news24.com/Columnists/Mamphela_Ramphele/a-homegrown-remedy-for-sas-predicament-whats-stopping-us-20190723?

What have I done, become? What have we done, become? Who are we?

The very authority we have entrusted with the governance of society betrays society. The homeless, hopeless, forever Winter-people, are criminalised…..

https://www.2oceansvibe.com/2019/07/22/rude-awakening-photos-show-cape-town-police-cracking-down-on-homeless-people/

Will Jean Valjean’s soliloguy ever resonant with me, you, society?

What Have I Done? https://g.co/kgs/UzZL64

#Mini Safari – #4 – Tsitsikamma/ Storms River

17 July – rather late departure from Mountain Zebra, but only some 400 km to cover to Stormsriver, so all in good time! A new day is dawning…

The moon says goodbye!

And the day got a bit longer when the Fortuner took a nose dive in power some 20km outside of Patterson! Lights came on from all sides! Freaky! Tried to push on, but the old horse has breathing problems! Pulled to the side and cut the engine. Rosebud has the manual ready – “proceed to nearest Toyota dealer” – oops! Thinking – keep your cool, although not like you. What on earth would man do without Google?! “Hello, Natalie from Algoa Toyota, how can we help?” Very friendly, but Natalie says we need to get to them!! Oops, another 98 km to PE!

Well, keep your cool – switch off the engine and wait – for Toyota magic….. Restart, lights are off and power back! Patterson, get coffee and go. Made it to Toyota. Magic receipt as can be expected, what else! 20 minutes and sorted – dust in airfilter. Now, this is why I drive a Toyota!

Got to Tsitsikamma around 16:00. Magic and spoiled for choice as far as camping site goes. What a beautiful spot on Mother Earth!

What an incredible contrast to the Great Karoo! The Seagulls welcoming us and the ocean thundering it’s supremacy over mankind! Breathtaking!

18 July – a most beautiful day. Time to explore! Did the walk to and across the suspension bridge and up to the viewpoint. So many tourists, we were totally outnumbered!

What a lovey blissful day. Blessings. Carpe diem. Did 10 km today- not to shabby!

Ending it all with a great curry dish, good red, thundering orchestra and a good read. Sleep tight, there is a cold front creeping towards us!

And the cold front arrived… spot on at 5 o’clock as predicted. The Bushlapa subjected to the most severe stress test! So glad we were proactive in many ways! The rain is coming down in buckets and the caravan proves to be NOT entirely waterproof!😟

Important resolve – pack up and go! Where to? Home and Emma. Soaking wet, brushing teeth and hitting the road amidst rain and wind hammering down on us!!

Perserverance as the morning breaks and managed to travel through Knysna for the first time again since 2005. Been avoiding this since our Nella passed on the eve of 23 September 2005 as you exit Knysna past the turn off to Bellvedere. Minds meet and grieve. We have done this… Hearts lightened and a pitstop at the Blue Olive in Wilderness for a brekkie. Wow, what a happy experience!

Off we go and pushing on to Riversdale, where our Nella’s memories rest. Flowers at the SPAR and to the Sleeping Beauty.

Time, only Time has full knowledge

Quick stop at Hooikraal farm butchery again for coffee and great variety of meat!

Hit the road and heading home to Emma. It was good, very good, but it is good to be home. We are safe.

Sleep tight, with memories of a yet another great safari!

#Mini Safari – #3 – Mountain Zebra Nature Reserve (Cradock)

14 July – Strangely enough we both struggled to fall asleep last night. Downside of Camdeboo is the incessant noise of vehicular traffic on both sides – the R61 and the N9. Well, after a good shower we were ready to hit the road to Cradock. Only some 120 km.

Now pitched at Mountain Zebra and snoozing with a fresh wind playing gently with the Bushwing of the caravan. Afternoon pensioner naps are not conducive to improving night sleep, unless you prep yourself sufficiently with a good red! Damn chilly outside, but perserverance bears fruit and the roosterkoek was perfect!

Needless to say, the meat was a fairly acceptable sidedish. Finishing off with my Nespresso ( thanks good friends!) and dreaming away.

Haven’t done much gameviewing yet, by got a hallo from the local pride! (Bergkwaggas natuurlik). Vistas amazing and takes your mind to creation.

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15 July – No idea why, but slept like babies and only rose when virtually everyone in the camp was about to leave. Non-issue at this point – time is hardly ever of the essence anymore.

A Nespresso (imperrative) to kick-start the day. Then long hot showers and breakfast consisting of boiled egg, last remaining roosterkoek with apricot jam and leftovers from last night.

We walked up to the lovely swimmingpool area and satisfied that swimming was not a good idea – brrr – relaxed with our reading.

Had a drink at the restaurant on the deck – new addition, and very tranquil, with the magic variety of birds providing subtle background music. It is incumbent upon the pensioner on safari to spoil him and her occasionally, hence the booking for supper at the restaurant.

Despite our disappointment with the wildlife, a quick late afternoon drive presented us with quite a big buffalo herd and the ever gracious kudu.

Rosebud’s Venison Bobotie was great, while my fillet was slightly overdone, but on the whole a splendid evening. Depending on the context people watching can be as much fun as game viewing! Why is it that Americans are so incredibly loud and forever spoiling or inhibiting conversation at the surrounding tables? It’s like a trumpet in a brass band where the trumpeteer looses all control and simply wants to blow his trumpet at all costs.

Snoozing off while the jackals are still desperately trying to link up and settle in for the night or not.

16 July – earlier start this morning. Decided to settle for coffee and yoghurt, and do a drive in jammies.

No rhino, no lion, no cheetah, but the very rare and lonesome Antbear ( Aardvark). Too far off for decent picture.

https://images.app.goo.gl/MemKsfpTLDLz3XxP9

Took a long circular drive along the most beautiful and scenic Kranskop Loop and have now experienced all 3 biomes being conserved here – the Nam-Karoo, Grassland and Thicket.

Final braai and as the full moon rises behind us a lion roars just outside the camp!

Tomorrow we are off to Tsitsikamma for the last stop before home.

#Mini Safari – #2 – Camdeboo Nature Reserve

12 July – Woke up with a rather eerie misty morning greeting us. The grey foggy drizzle over the lake making the perfect setting for a crimie novel. Everything soggy wet and breaking up camp a messy affair.

A funny noise when starting the Fortuner did not help to lift the spirit either. I decided to get priorities right – – first a good coffee and then pop in at Toyota in George! Well typically Toyota, getting to Halfway Toyota, the Fortuner was running like a dream!

Off through George to link up with the N9 to Graaff-Reinet. We were told that all these historic towns were in a terrible state of collapse, but not true! Beautiful, as it has always been. Need and making a good impression. The mere fact that the Spar stocks Ritmeester Moods has nothing to do with my impression!

Camdeboo Nature Reserve is a first for us and has never been rated as amongst the top of the Sanparks, and it is certainly not. Still nice caravan stands and good facilities. Had a chilly braai and popped into bed early. Bit of reading and off to dreamland!

13 July – Exploring the reserve and doing the Crack Gecko Trail in the Valley of Desolation. Fantastic views and realise that here the experience is not about wildlife per se but encompassing of breathtaking vistas, walking this historic town and enjoying fine cousine!

Tonight we had a great braai and off to bed with the distant soothing sounds if jackal and night owl.

Tomorrow off to Mountain Zebra Park near Cradock.

#Mini Safari – #1 – Ebb – and- Flow (Note: this series are not strictu sensu blogs, but rather a personal travel journal, so no need to read, unless interested!)

Day 1: 10 July – Mini ‘safari’ to Wilderness, Graaff-Reinet, Cradock, Tsitsikamma and back to Emma.

Easy pace through Du Toit’s Kloof tunnel to Worcester and on to the R62 to Robertson. Passing 600m from early morning devastating gastanker explosion which demolished 7 or so buildings!

Pitstop for coffee at mobile Vidé!

From Robertson to Swellendam and onto the N2. Impromtu call to turn off to a farm stall and butchery just outside Heidelberg. Horrible coffee, but great meat! Takbok wors and Venison sosaties.

Home

Smooth cruise to Widerness en pitching at Ebb-and- Flow (SANPARKS) South Camp. Had a nice braai last evening and off to bed with our books. AND then…. wierd sounds ….. and the front of the caravan hit the ground as the jockey wheel collapsed! Closest to horizontal whiplash!! We managed to lift the disselboom with the car’s jack and left the remaining problem of repositioning the jockey wheel for tomorrow.

Day 2: 11 July – Today we took the Village Walk Trail from camp to town. Explored the little town of Wilderness and had coffee and pecan nut pie and Mozart cake!

http://www.greenshed.co.za/

And guess what? We did 15km walking today! Not to bad for the old folk!

Chilled with a Nespresso on the bank of the Touwriver, got staff to help lift the caravan at the front to reset the jockey wheel and met our ever growing Egyption geese family! Quick braai as it started to drizzle and had supper inside.

Now reading ……. and soon goodnight, till tomorrow, when off to Graaff-Reinet and Camdeboo Reserve!

Black humor, but perhaps not so black afterall – My right to #Life and #Death.


(Warning: Adult Content)

Black comedy, also known as black humor, dark comedy or gallows humor, is a comic style that makes light of subject matter that is generally considered taboo, particularly subjects that are normally considered serious or painful to discuss – Wikipedia definition.

We live in an era of ‘Rights’. My rights, your rights, their rights, our rights and even animal rights. Nothing wrong with that, as long as fair and reasonable in an open and democratic society.

Here is a revolutionary, creative, moneysaving and optimally landuse friendly business proposition for you – The One Stop Selftermination Shop.

I have been thinking – if I have the fundamental right to life, why should I not also have a fundamental right to death? More about the fundamental rights thing later.

The Concept

A business model that provides for a smooth and inexpensive exit from this world by own choice.

The business model

Private sector design and construction of fully automated multi-functional human-termination facilities in each province. The facility will provide for a termination process line comprising of the following components (stations):

Reception
Preparation
Execution
Disposal

An App, to be downloaded, will provide for registration for exit through this fully automated 4th #Industrial Revolution style termination line or facility. The App will provide for comprehensive capturing of all relevant data eg. transportation selection to the facility, uploading of birth certificate, full current Fica info, next of kin, disposal selection, will, executor, Death Notice, Provisional Inventory and comprehensive instructions re exit dinner ie. Venue, guestlist, menu, wine choice, music and list of charities for donations in lieu of flowers etc. An Uber option can be added for transportation to the facility.

Once online registration is completed a dedicated password (exit code?) is generated. Pitching at the “plant” (via Uber preferable) you simply punch in the allocated password (Reception) and make yourself comfortable in the lazyboy that slides out automatically.


At the push of a button the chair moves to the Preparation station where music of choice (pre-selected) will commence to play and automated sedation is triggered. A final meal is optional, and quality barista coffee naturaly.

Once a blissfull state of mind is detected by the system the chair then automatically unloads on to a conveyorbelt, which then moves through the access to the Execution station and incineration takes place.

The asses are fed through a conduit into the pre-selected urn or, if no selection was done, simply into a general container. If an urn has been selected, same is then collected by the designated courier and delivered to the designated next of kin.

Done and dusted.

The purpose here is not to debate the rights issue, save to say that our most modern secular based constitution falls faul of dealing with the very fundamental right to death.


Chapter 2 of the Constitution, 1996 provides, inter alia, for the following:

Life
11. Everyone has the right to life

Freedom and security of person

12. (2) Everyone has the right to bodily and psychological integrity, which includes the right-
(a) ……….;
(b) to security in and control over their body; and
(c)……….

Freedom of religion, belief and opinion

15. Everyone has the right to freedom of conscience, religion, thought, belief and opinion.

There has clearly been an oversight in the drafting of the constitution in failing to deal with the right to death in terms. Fortunately, application of the rules and principles of Legislative Interpretation favours  a recognition of the commensurate right to death.

Afterall – who wants to live forever? Ask Freddy Mercury!

Safari nostalgie#1 – Klein Karoo – Die Hel

Almal weet van die Hel, maar niemand begeer dit as bestemming nie! Wel nie daai ene nie! Tog is daar ‘n Hel wat volgens almal wat eerstehandse kennis het, hemels is – Gamkaskloof in die Swartberge. Frik en Janine was al daar en het ons verseker dat hierdie pad na die hel jou altyd sal bybly! En dit was voorwaar!

Prince Albert verdwyn in ons truspieël, maar die heerlike kuier prut nog in die siel as ons die Swartbergpas vat – op daardie stadium slegs naweke oop vir verkeer weens vroeëre verspoelings en ook brande. En moet mens klim om by die pad na die Hel te kom! Dis toe nie die breë weg nie!

En dan die regs afdraai in die Gamkaskloof (die Hel) in, deur pragtige fynbos en met ‘n heel breë weg…… wel, aanvanklik…..

Die pad in hierdie hel in is bitter nou, maar ongelooflik mooi wat asem ophou en wegslaan laat bokspring! Maar, as ons uiteindelik onder by Ouma Sannie se Winkel stilhou, raak die hart rustiger en die uitsien na Oom Hannes se huis net groter.

Diep, dieper, diepste in die kloof in wag Oom Hannes se huisie, Maggie en die allermooiste ou Peperboom op ons. Tydens ons Karoosafari het ons telkens by elke afsaalpunt konsensus gehad dat die betrokke uitspanplek eenvoudig ‘wow’ is, en glo my hier ‘wow’ ons vier toe weer! Weet nie wat Maggie gedink het nie, maar sy het net hoogs professioneel gedoen wat sy moes doen – ons super tuis laat voel!

https://www.diehelboplaas.co.za/accommodation/rooms/6c5b7bb8-113e-4271-890e-7245a499bb4f

Oom Hannes se huis is een van vele pragtig gerestoureerde ou huisies in Gamkaskloof waarin daar ryke geskiedenis en herinneringe vasgevang lê. Jy voel werklik of jy teruggevoer word in tyd en deur jou gedagtes spoel telkens ‘n wonder oor al die lief en leed wat hier afgespeel het – die voorhuis waar huisgodsdiens saans by kerslig gehou is, die klein slaapkamertjies met emmer en waskom, die hartlike kombuisie waar die vuur in die ou Doverstofie hart en lyf knus en warm gehou het!

Die ou peperboom agter by die kombuisdeur gooi sy lang kronkel arms oor die braaiboma en die afkoelplaspoel, en Maggie (sien ‘Maggie’ – https://wp.me/saEL4t-maggie ) rond die kuierprentjie volmaak af.

Potjie prut, broodjie broei en die vuur se vlamme vou toe in warmte die hart en lyf. Tyd maak plek vir stilte en Maggie begelei ons voete deur die Kloof. Sy ken haar pad en lees jou gemoed. Ons verken tot diep diep in die kloof tot waar die paaie stop en skadus lank word.

Helaas het tyd ook oor pensioenarisse ‘n mag. Ons moet aangaan – en Maggie moet bly, maar sy weet dit goed en krul haar neer op die matjie voor oom Hannes se deur. Haar volgende gaste kruip sekerlik stadig af in die Kloof! Ook Maggie moet ‘n kansie kry om te oordink…..

When youth and summertime are gone,
And age puts quiet garlands on,
And in the speculative eye The fires of emulation die,
But as to-day our time shall be
Trembling on eternity,
While, still inconstant in debate,
We shall on revelation wait,
And age as youth will daily plan
The sailing of the caravan
THE COMMON LOT – John Drinkwater