I recently became aware of a social innovation* organization called Changemakers, “a community of action where we all collaborate on solutions.” The site hosts, among other things, contests designed to feature and fund worthy programs, and the one that’s caught [Read More]
So. Much. Soccer. I’ve been like Homer Simpson, tongue lolling sloppily while I gorge myself on game after beautiful game. The World Cup comes only once every four years but makes up for its infrequency with an endless deluge of [Read More]
It’s 3pm and we have been up since 6am in order to make it to Boulders Bay and back in time for lunch (which was delightful – I recommend the chicken salad at Table Thirteen, 78 Victoria Junction, Cape Town). [Read More]
I don’t know when the penguin obsession began but after missing them in Argentina (Buenos Aires is too far north), I am determined to see them while I am on the Western Cape. And I don’t mean those benumbed beasts [Read More]
As if the lions, holdups, puff adders and giant cockroaches weren’t enough, Craig and I decide to go shark cage diving. The shuttle picks us up at 6am and we drive 2 hours to Gansbaai. When we arrive the driver [Read More]
Mike and I play for the weekend. At night he takes me to the gay bars where I get high on Red Bull and vodka, and the afternoons are spent over long lunches and bottles of wine. The pace here [Read More]
If Johannesburg is L.A. and East London is Detroit, Cape Town is San Francisco: naturally beautiful, diverse, and colourful. Craig’s friend Mike lives in the Cape Town Central Business District (CBD) and has generously offered to show me around for [Read More]
Remember Evan? Well he’s dead to me. No, not really. How could you hate this face? But unfortunately he is unable to drive the Garden Route with me, so I have made a new plan. On October 9 I am [Read More]
