Thinking about road trips of my childhood today. Leaving while the sky was still dark and sleep was in our eyes. Dad peeling boiled eggs and then shouting “who farted?!”. The sweet smell of naartjies on my skin after peeling them. Pulling over on the side
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b