Where I Have Been

Everywhere. But most specifically, Orkney, in the North West. Hmm. I suppose things could be worse. In fact I know that they could, because in order to get there I drove past Ikageng. We have some awesome looking soccer stadiums following the World Cup. And we still have Ikageng, and lots of others like it. Anyway, the world out there is brown and cool (because it is still winter) and the sky pale and watery and there are rolling hills and dust and it's the Highveld. Somewhere close to Orkney the hills give way to spoil heaps, and if you drive past them into the town you could try to find somewhere to have a cup of coffee. But I don't think you would succeed. The best I could manage was stopping in the car park of the local Spar.

But here it is, all up on the Interweb. Worldwide...

On the way back I drove through Westonaria, Randfontein, Krugersdorp... It was all quite surreal. Dusk, lights from mines, odd towns that looked like shit heaps and yet made me feel nostalgic for something that was not even in the past.

I drove on, dropping down out of Krugersdorp to the N14, passing a gaudy and bizarrely appealing casino that looked like a cross between a drive-through fast food outlet and something from a Douanier Rousseau painting. Clearly I was losing the plot.

Closer to the airport I heard a song I didn't know - Airplanes II by B.o.B feat. Hayley Williams and Eminem. Cool.

The next day I was training and this is what I could see.

Better?

And then I went to Montagu. On the way it looked like this:

Sheep and wheat, although I don't really notice any sheep in the photo. My camera has a resolution of one nano pixel.

Finally I stopped here. Things could definitely be worse.

I spent three days here, working in the morning, and climbing in the afternoon. 

Workspace. There was nothing to do except work, nothing to read except work, nobody to interrupt me.

And finally, I was here. Things really could have been a lot worse.