The Parktown Convent of Joburg has morphed from an early 1900s girls’ school to a ghoulish tourist attraction. Its dimly lit walkways may be creepy, but they’re as full of history as they are of phantom schoolgirls. Going solo might warrant a trespassing ticket, so rope in a mate, join a guided tour, or if you’re particularly brave — a haunted one. Just don’t forget your holy water for the spectres. Aggression towards tourists can be more real than spectral, though, so stay safe in the city.
Jump into the swirling cyclone of flea markets, where goods aren’t just goods, they’re beings with biographies! Delve into these melting pots of history, culinary surprises and occasional nonsense. From Parisian roots to American soil, these markets are vintage vaults of treasures and stories. Unearth forgotten trinkets, become eco-friendly, decorate your house or start your own stall. Dive in, it’s a flea-tastic frenzy of bargains and baguettes, where even the biggest curmudgeon can find memories to giggle about!
Well, the traffic drama in Johannesburg has more acts than a Shakespeare play. Metropolis expansion? Check! Failed public transport solutions? You betcha! Metrobus as the knight in shining armour? Of course! World Cup sparking changes? Naturally. But alas, the dream of a seamless transport system remains as elusive as a polite honk on the highway. The inefficiencies get as complex as a spaghetti junction, but hey, hope springs eternal, right? Let’s cast corruption and unrest as the villains in the next act.
In the highly imaginative world of long-exposure photography, even time can be toyed with to spin a visual yarn. This art is all about catching stillness amid a whirl of movement, using camera-ready tripods and quick thinking. Craft beguiling stories using not just light and shadow, but also the whispers of passing time. So grab a camera, toss reality out the window, and prepare to bend time to your artistic will!
Being in-between jobs has its advantages, and for me, it has been the chance to sift through my vast collection of old photographs. It is remarkable how many pictures remain stored in my digital backups, each one a time capsule… Continue Reading →
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Remote Wanderlust Life: The Unexpected Twists of Reality Knocks
In this “Who Moved My Cheese?” saga, I revel in the joy of remote labour. But the ticking clock of an ending contract sends the winds of change my way.
New opportunities beckon, but they could be sandwich artists on Etsy or cow milkers on a farm, pay cheques pending.
Meanwhile, my life partner’s inflexibility could land us back in Gauteng, a locale met with a sigh and a shrug. Job-seeking Hein’s skills are vast as the sky.
I’m hoping the universe will toss me more than a stale breadcrumb of hope. Did I mention he was available?