Our bonfire hearts

If there is one thing travelling made me appreciate above all, it is the random encounters we have. There is no rhyme and reason to them, they just happen, and sometimes, just sometimes they have a profound impact on our lives.

Last year I was in India for a week. One short, crazy, dismal little week. If not for the incredible wedding of Srikant and Anastasia, who would travel to a foreign country for a week?

Incredible India

Incredible India

There was magic in that trip though. From the taxi drivers to the train journeys, the servers to the shop assistants, everything was just perfect.

There was the hospitality and love from Uma and Subash that completely floored me, the unexpectedness of midnight encounters with Dalton, reconnecting with old and very precious friends, the gorgeous Verônica, the glorious Kitty, picture perfect Anya, and then there was Nikita.

Start a spark in a bonfire heart...

Start a spark in a bonfire heart…

If I have to think back on that week, not a single thing that comes to mind has anything to do with anything I have seen but every single memory involves a person.

In the end people like us, we don’t need that much. Just someone that starts, starts a spark in our bonfire hearts…


The Ultimate Wanderlust Playlist

Recently two friends asked for playlist suggestions on Facebook and. while contemplating music I love, I thought of all those songs that inspire me to pack my backpack and hit the road again, those songs that make me (want to) go and conquer the world, those songs that instantly transport me to the side of someone I love or reminds me of a place, a person or a moment that touched me.

Travel till your shoes fall off your feet and then travel some more!

Lets face a it, music is magical and has the power to move us. It was really difficult to choose the first third song as there are so many strong contenders.

I had to choose George Ezra’s Budapest though.

I definitely would still like to see this city, or cities to be more correct. I fell in love with Prague during my Round the World trip in 2010 and Flavio highly recommended that I travel to Budapest too. It came down to a choice between staying in Gius’s empty apartment in Groningen or embarking on yet another adventure and, at that stage, the choice was easy!

More than that however, it also has something to do with watching The Grand Budapest Hotel, Adrien Brody (did you know his mom was born in Budapest) and a boy I met one morning when he woke up over coffee.

Thus Stefan will always be intrinsically part of Budapest and, like the song, thinking of him always makes my heart sing…

People who make your soul sing!

People who make your soul sing!

While I do like the original song too, I have to admit that the A2A remix is a personal favourite!

A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet.

I think the first time I went overseas (and maybe the second)  it was about seeing the world out there. It soon changed though. I believe nowadays I firstly travel to meet up with some of the many people I love in the great big world out there, and in the process see a couple of places I haven’t seen before.

When you are part of an international community like CouchSurfing you sometimes meet people on-line who impacts your life even though your paths have never crossed in the real world.

I have loved this song by Lisa Hannigan since Dev introduced me to her. An ode to all those loved ones you just haven’t met yet…

I do think I may have fallen in love with the enchanting video just as much as with the song!

When your heart is always somewhere else.

So I’ve started this project of compiling the Ultimate Wanderlust Playlist. I wanted to do something constructive with 2015 as I finished off 2014 in such a state of exhaustion that I really couldn’t do the normal “taking stock” and felt I couldn’t start a new year with absolutely nothing to work towards.

As a journey of a 1000 miles starts with one step, so a 365 day project starts with day 1. The initial post was George Ezra’s Budapest but, being who I am, I felt a better beginning was in order.  Luckily this is my blog and I may change it 😛

I therefore do the very female thing and change my mind.

The Ultimate Wanderlust Playlist can start off with few songs better that Just One Day by the Mighty Oaks.

May we all, somewhere and somehow, in this crazy year that started before I was even remotely ready for it, take to the sky and take to the sea!

Couch potato to athlete

How does one go from an almost completely sedentary lifestyle to anticipating the next organised race? It starts with a decision, and a little help from one’s friends.

Last Christmas my sister was visiting with her baby and, when I saw pictures of myself with said baby on the beach, I was shocked and disgusted and sad. What happened to the women who, two years earlier, walked her way all over the world? The woman I saw on that picture was still attractive with a great smile and gorgeous hair, but all that was overshadowed by how big she was. I have always thought that big women with confidence can be much more attractive than a skinny chick but, having had a mom who has always been overweight, I realised that I have become the woman I have ever been ashamed off. The worst was that, during the normal round of silly season parties, I have started to become very careful of the chairs I chose to sit on, in fear that someone’s plastic garden furniture would not hold my weight. As many of my much lighter friends had, had this experience, it was not an unfounded fear!

I have always been overweight and have had my smaller and bigger phases. I believe all overweight people read extensively on why we are overweight and of course so did I and there isn’t much about nutrition you can tell me. I have never been much of a dieter but have lost substantial weight during a fruit and nut phase and, much later, a vegan phase but this journey is about so much more.

I dream of going to hike Torres del Paine and Abel Tasman and, while hosting Couch Surfers Marcus and Kate Westberg from Life Through a Lens, I couldn’t even complete the hike to the waterfall in Wilderness National Park with them. Embarrassing to say the least but more than embarrassment was the realisation, if I couldn’t do that, how could I even contemplate hiking through Patagonia?

In the last 5 or so years, my body has started to protest. As a photographer I used to crouch down to get a better angle but found that I just couldn’t do that anymore. Around 2007 I had severe, stress relates, muscle spasms in my left shoulder which have left me with almost constant pain and, through cold and wet winters, limited mobility. During my round-the-world trip in 2010 I was traipsing across historical sites, trails in far off places and beautiful look-out points and found that one of my knees just didn’t like that – another page right out of my mom’s book.

One of my best friends once told me that,  even though I am overweight, I still live my life to the fullest but was that really the truth? In 2008, while we were both still living in Gauteng, we did a road trip down the Garden Route and I gave him a Canopy Tour for a Christmas present. Of course I told him that I didn’t want to do it while the ugly truth was, I was just too heavy to do it with him. I exceeded the weight limit!

In 2007, while hiking Los Lagos, Huerquehue I decided not to continue with the hike after I hit the ice line as I was too tired but, more importantly, realised that, should I fall and injure myself, it would take a horde of small Chilean men to get me off that mountain.

I was stuck in a fun park swing once and had to be rescued by a friend’s dad and I still colour with embarrassment if I think about that one! Don’t even mention the embarrassment of having to ask for a seat-belt extension on a plane, being asked to move as you can’t sit in an emergency exit row if you ask for an extension or, my ultimate, flying without a seat belt on Turkish Airlines as three stewards – including the head steward – failed to think it important to get me one.

Living in Sedgefield sure doesn’t leave one short of opportunities to get up and get out there but I never quite seem to choose the bicycle over the car.

Enters the personal trainer.

My friend Karen asked me whether I would be interested in becoming her guinea pig for her studies through eta College. In the place I was, to keep on looking myself in the eye, the only possible answer was to accept with a very grateful heart.

As mentioned in a previous post, when we started on the 8th of January, I weighed a whopping 139.2kg. Initially we started with 3 mornings a week but it wasn’t too long before we increased that to four. Some mornings it was tough to get out of bed and it took every bit of willpower I had. When I started a new job, we tried moving it to evenings but I was just too exhausted in the evenings so I was completely in her debt when she offered to move me to an even earlier spot. It is one thing to get up at 04:30 for oneself but to know someone else is getting up at the same time for your benefit is just humbling!

We alternate between pure cardio days and strength and resistance training. We work with a minimum of equipment and train outside whenever we can, using the beach and the hills around us as tools. She has been amazing in my training program and have never allowed me to become bored with a routine – I love the recent addition of kettle bells. I have regained almost full mobility in my shoulder and, except for really long stretches in front of the computer, have no more pain in my shoulder. I can do 34 consecutive (ladies) push-ups – I couldn’t do one at the beginning of the year.

Of course there were days when my body hated me, days where every movement was accompanied by protesting muscles and days when I would have given a lot not to do just-one-more-step-up. Yet I revel in the fact that I can have a conversation, albeit slightly staccato, while climbing a hill. At the beginning of the year I couldn’t do a single dip, now I manage 15. I was unable to hold a bar, resting on my shoulders, with both hands, now I do it with ease.

I have competed in three organised races, two road and one trail and, while I may not have completed all of them in the alloted time, I have completed all of them. I have shaved two minutes on my 1.6 kilometre fitness assessment from August till now so we’ll get there.

I have lost 10kg and, while it may not seem much to most people, I have done so without making any major changes to my diet and without drinking any toning and weight loss supplements – I believe casein should be limited and whey is poison. I have lost 41.5cm overall and will very soon have to have my pants altered for the third time. I may be a long way off from Patagonia but, as I weight less than 130kg, I am just over 9kg away from a zip line adventure.

I couldn’t have done any of this without Karen and can only echo these words from Tracey Melass, in the August 2012 Shape magazine’s article with the title What Exercise Suits You Best?: “The enforced discipline of a trainer appealed to me, because there is nowhere to hide. I knew I was more likely to get results if someone was cracking a whip behind me! Having a set appointment meant I had to be there at a certain time and had my trainers’ full attention for an hour. It changes things dramatically when someone is monitoring your every step.”.

Thank you Karen, for your willingness to take me on this journey and for many, many early mornings when you got out of bed in the dark to help me along this road!

Sweet potato soup

The more you exercise, the more you want to eliminate putting junk into your body. You definitely don’t want to do all that work for naught. Of course it is sometimes more difficult than others and, with an upcoming visit to my family to celebrate my niece’s 1st birthday, I just know the next two weeks may not be the best for my body.

Last night was a different matter however. A friend and I tried a butternut soup recipe but substituted the butternut with sweet potato and boy, was it yummy! I enjoyed it just as much for lunch today and love the fact that it contains no animal products! I can definitely see that this will become a staple in my house!

Roasted Sweet Potato Soup

Roasted Sweet Potato Soup


1kg Sweet Potatoes
2 Large Carrots
1 Large Onion
10 ml Cumin Powder
1 l Vegetable Stock
1 Tbsp Oil
Salt & Pepper to taste


Peel & dice the sweet potato and roast in an oven with some salt & pepper till the sweet potatoes begin to soften.
Chop the onion and carrots.
Fry the onion in a large pot for 2 min.
Add the cumin & carrots and fry for another 3 min.
Add the vegetable stock & sweet potatoes.
Cook until the carrots & sweet potato is soft.
Blend till smooth. Add a little liquid if you prefer a more runny soup.

Serve & enjoy

I found my heart in Sedgefield

I felt very honoured when a friend recently asked me to write as a guest blogger for her travel blog, Mzansi Girl. I wrote this piece and realised that 400 words cannot even begin to describe the piece of paradise I am living in!


How often do we get to return to the place of favourite childhood memories and find it, not as we remembered it, but even better? As a young girl on the brink of adulthood, I spent two magical winter vacations, between the mountains and the sea, just outside the small town of Sedgefield.

Swartvlei mouth in shades of green and blue

I have such fond memories of Sedgefield – maybe due to a holiday romance – that, although I have set foot on 6 of the continents and some islands, it has remained my ultimate favourite spot in the world. When the opportunity came to move to this quaint, sleepy little town tucked away in the middle of the Garden Route, how could I not jump to it?

Magical sunsets in the summer

If you asked anyone where exactly it is, for most the answer will be that it lies between George and Knysna – what most people won’t tell you is that it is also between Victoria Bay and Buffalo Bay – two renowned surfing spots with great camping. For the camping enthusiast the area is a treasure trove with our own local Swartvlei caravan park – the place of aforementioned fond memories – and the camping spot at Wilderness National Park, two of my personal favourites.

One of the many mosaic artworks in town - Marinara

One of the many mosaic artworks in town – Marinara

Many of the residents are former Gautengers who wanted a better quality of life and, with Sedgefield being South Africa’s only certified Cittaslow town, they certainly found it. The world renowned Wild Oats Community Farmers Market is a favourite spot to stock up on fresh produce for the week and, for us locals, breakfast here is the equivalent of the old European town square. I also never miss out on an opportunity to visit Zucchini – one of the few restaurants where I can always count on great quality food for my many vegetarian and vegan friends, even though you might have to enjoy it under the curious gaze of one of the local monkeys.

Teach them while they’re young – at Wild Oats

On Easter weekends the Slow Festival celebrates that this little town is all about the lifestyle. Every day is a glorious day when you can stroll with your dogs on the banks of Swartvlei, take your kayak out, hike one of a plethora of trails, fly from one of our fantastic paragliding spots or meander along one of our 5 beaches. But then, the days you see dolphins or whales playing in the surf are the best days…

The town is a magnet for artist and creatives