Whoa

Turns out, I'm in South Africa now - stunned by the drastic changes, the people, the pleathora of culture that's not nonchalant on a rural farm somewhere, but rather posted on bulletin boards and posters all over towns and cities. But mostly, stunned by the lights. The lights that burst the ground to the sky, and turn the latter black, the moment you cross the border from Zimbabwe. The very second. What exactly are we afraid of in this night, after all, that we must blast it to an oblivion at the hands of obnoxious artificial light? Are we fighting off the inevitable wrecking crew by cramming twice as many hours into the sun's day? Why?

Anyhow, my hands are frozen as the weather has changed drastically, and my pocket can't afford this superhighway business right now.

Sorry for the delay, but we'll catch up later. And in the meantime, I'll be in Bergville, or rather near Bergville in the drakensburg range alonside Lesotho.

Peace and love.