A JOURNAL FROM THE INTERIOR


THROUGH NOENIEPUT TO TWEERIVIEREN

When ever I get the chance and especially in the wet Cape winter, I travel north along the road to Springbok and on to Kakamas. Where the road crosses the Orange, there is a turnoff that appears to take off into the vineyards that line the river, it gives way to a low dusty rise and as we top the hill, before us the great expanse of the Kalahari lies with young cumulus casting pillars of shadow over a grand plain. The expanse invites adventure.

This landscape is a most powerful symphony. The rocks sing the ages. I still remember the first time I did the trip and it was a dramatic moment moving down the rise, passed the Kokerbooms with the dusty road of red kalahari sand stretching out into the magical distance. The land of the Koihsan, mysterious and vast reaches into the great blue distance.This is a land in another dream, where horizons multiply the mind beyond imagination. There is a sense of the uncanny, and the spirit soars and expands into desert.

It is awash with Space, enthralled in the Interior. Low thorny scrub and stunted acacias along with clumps of grass clothe the red sand and even the steep hills ahead. It is quite a straight road in parts and very dusty that continues north to the oasis at Tweerivieren.


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