Where the Road Refuses to End

Where the Road Refuses to End

There are places that try to impress you. The North West is not one of them. It simply stands there. Big skies. Thorn trees. Yellow grass. Brown-red earth. Old farm roads stretching so far into the distance that they eventually stop looking like roads and become thin...
The Dust of the North West

The Dust of the North West

The Dust of the North West The North West doesn’t welcome you. It measures you. The roads stretch towards the horizon in endless ribbons of gravel, daring you to believe the next rise is the last one. It never is. By midday your legs are the colour of the earth. By...
Everyone Carries Their Own Munga

Everyone Carries Their Own Munga

There are races. And then there are experiences like The Munga. When most people hear the name, they think first of the obvious things: the Karoo, endless gravel roads, dust hanging beneath moonlight, broken bodies, sleep deprivation, and distances so long they stop...