beetrock

My luck landed me in Africa in winter time. Not bad, but I wish I’d brought a sweater. My first question to the taxi driver was – “what month is it here?” “June,” said the driver sporting the best “you idiot” expression I had ever seen. June it was, and Cape Town was gloriously beautiful. But South Africa still wears years of conflict and bloody history on its sleeve – dumpy townships pile up on the outskirts of the city while mansions dot the magnificent ocean front. It was only fitting that I started reading “The Power of One” on the 12 hour flight over.