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The Lighter Side of Desolation

Posted by beckert10 on October 2, 2009

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Pofadder is a well-known town in arid, sparsely populated NW South Africa. However, its particular distinction is not one that draws many visitors.   To South Africans, Pofadder is the local equivalent of Timbuktu or Kalamazoo.  That is, it represents a place that is remote and out of touch with the civilized world.  The place is in fact so desolate that I drive through without realizing it.
The only signs of a town are a reduction in speed for about 1000 meters, a few shacks and a petrol station. In this part of the world, though, a petrol station is as good as a town.
As the speed limit return to 120 I’m so puzzled by the almost complete lack of anything that I decide to go back to make sure it was actually Pofadder. Read the rest of this entry »


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A White Magician in Africa

Posted by beckert10 on September 29, 2009

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The first time I spotted him I was lounging on the lawn, writing in my journal.  He wore the same clothes as the plumbers who worked for my girlfriend’s parents, so I assumed he was one.  I walked up to him and introduced myself.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“James” he replied in a thick accent. Read the rest of this entry »

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Hondeklipbaai: A Photo Essay

Posted by beckert10 on September 21, 2009

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Kaptein Span die Seile

Posted by beckert10 on July 10, 2009

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They say the captain always goes down with the ship.  But what about the crew…are all those on board bound to this same fate?
From Friday to Sunday a group of us had been holding an extended birthday celebration for a friend in Clarens, a small mountain town in the Free State, South Africa.  Sunday morning found me and Pieter sitting at a picnic table outside of the hostel drinking coffee and writing poetry. He worked for Radio Pretoria, a bastion of Apartheid politics.  Read: completely racist.  Read the rest of this entry »

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