On the drive home from a week­end in Pringle, we were treated with the bril­liant spec­tacle of a mother whale and her calf jump­ing and frol­ick­ing in the waters of False Bay. All this was much to the enjoy­ment of ourselves and a couple of hun­dred other folk that had got­ten out of their cars […]

In the last few days since the FIFA World Cup com­menced, the vuvuzela has rap­idly become one of the most dis­cussed aspects of the entire tour­na­ment. In Britain, the BBC has been forced to com­ment on broad­cast­ing vuvuzela-free cov­er­age, because of the sheer num­ber com­plaints made. Those 545 people really need to get lives.

Part 2 of The Great Cape Argus Bicycle Escapade; now the train­ing is over and it’s time for the main event. Will our brave lad be able to fin­ish this mon­ster course? Or will the fact he’s never cycled this far before smash his hopes to peices?

It’s 11am on a warm and windy Sunday morn­ing on the 13^th of March. I and seem­ingly half of South Africa have decided to enter or to come out and sup­port the Cape Argus cycle tour. My trusty bicycle and I have been hanging around the centre of Cape Town since 9 this morn­ing, wait­ing anxiously for our group to be summoned to the start­ing line.

For those of you that I haven’t bored incess­antly with this nug­get of inform­a­tion over the course of the last year or so, I have recently upped sticks and moved from England’s pleas­ant pas­tures to the world of the Springbok, Protea and braai that will be forever South Africa. More pre­cisely; Cape Town. Even more […]