The early morning departure from Pofadder carried the weight of discovery. We had spent valuable time at Pella, collecting reference material like precious stones from that dusty hamlet where South Africa's dates grow beneath desert palms. As we made our way back toward home, the urgency was simple: reach familiar ground before sunset painted the horizon. Halfway between Pofadder and Keimoes, something in the landscape demanded we stop. Here was the true semi-desert of the No

Pofadder to Royalty: An Unexpected Artistic Journey

While cycling past a breathtaking farm in Paarl, I was struck by the dramatic clouds framing one of the oldest homesteads in the region,...