A blast from the past
Once a year, The Cradle of Humankind is inundated with a bunch of genuine biking enthusiasts. No, no, I don’t mean road cyclists (I have very little time for them) I mean real bikers. The…
Once a year, The Cradle of Humankind is inundated with a bunch of genuine biking enthusiasts. No, no, I don’t mean road cyclists (I have very little time for them) I mean real bikers. The…
On the 3rd Sunday of every month, The Piston Ring club of South Africa has its monthly meet at their Modderfontein grounds. Dotted around under the tall fresh smelling Eucalyptus trees, are hundreds of classic…
The trip of a lifetime started because of a book in one of our crammed book shelves. The black letters on the white spine read ‘Patterson – Garden of the Gods’ This gem of a…
I have recently come to the conclusion that I don’t fit in with the majority of Joburg people, whose lives are dictated by the fact that they need to spend huge amounts of money in…