Photo taken in Turkey.

If you’re a romantic (or simply a lover of beautiful words), do yourself a favour and READ THIS! That is all.

Read this!

TurkeyIMG_3032IMG_3183IMG_2770IMG_3136IMG_3754 Church in Istiklal Street IMG_3800

  1. Google Earth map, with the yellow stars depicting the different cities and towns I visited.
  2. Smug cat in Ephesus. (Demarked by the yellow star beneath Izmir.)
  3. Snail. Heybeliada Island, off the coast of Istanbul.
  4. Fish braai on a yacht. Kaş, Turkey (Yellow star below Fethiye).
  5. Art gallery in Istanbul, Turkey.
  6. Umbrellas in the sky. Antalya, Turkey.
  7. Catholic church in Istanbul, Turkey.
  8. Ruins close to Olympos. (Yellow star below Antalya.)


Photograph taken somewhere in California.

I am currently reading “The Reader” by Bernhard Schlink.

Here are two of my favourite passages from the book:

“When I let her alone to prepare pudding, she was not at the table when I came back. She had gone from room to room and was standing in my father’s study. I leaned quietly against the doorpost and watched her. She let her eyes drift over the bookshelves the filled the walls, as if she were reading a text. Then she went to a shelf, raised her right index finger chest high and ran it slowly along the backs of the books, moved to the next shelf, ran her finger further along, from one spine to the next, pacing off the room. She stopped at the window, looked out into the darkness, at the reflection of the bookshelves, and at her own.”

“When an aeroplane’s engines fail, it is not the end of the flight. Aeroplanes don’t fall out of the sky like stones. They glide on, the enormous multi-engined passenger jets, for thirty, forty-five minutes, only to smash themselves up when they attempt a landing. The passengers don’t notice a thing. Flying feels the same whether the engines are working or not. It’s quieter, but only slightly: the wind drowns out the engines as it buffets the tail and wings. At some point the earth or sea look dangerously close through the window. But perhaps the film is on, and the stewards and air hostesses have closed the blinds. Maybe the very quietness of the flight strikes the passengers as an improvement.”

What are you currently reading?


Photo taken in San Diego.

I’ve just finished reading “Flowers for Algernon” by Daniel Keyes. It’s a gorgeous book and I found myself balling like a baby near the end.


Here’s an extract:

I told him to please let me go because I got to go to the toilet but he was just laffing at me and I dint know what to do. So I started crying, let me go. Let me go. And then I made. It went in my pants and it smelled bad and I was crying. He let go of me than and made a sick face and he looked scared then. He said For gods sake I didn’t mean anything Charlie.


But then Joe Carp came in and grabbed Klaus by the shirt and said leave him alone you lousy bastard or Ill brake your neck. Charlie is a good guy and nobodys gonna start up with him without answering for it. I felt ashamed and I ran to the toilet to clean myself and change my cloths.


When I got back Frank was there to and Joe was telling him about it and then Gimpy came in and they told him about it and he said theyd get rid of Klaus. They were gonna tell Mr Donner to fire him. I told them I dint think he should be fired and have to find another job because he had a wife and a kid. And besides he said he was sorry for what he did to me. And I remember how sad I was when I had to get fired from the bakery and go away. I said Klaus should get a second chance because now he wouldn’t do anything bad to me anymore.


Left to right, top to bottom:

  1. Cape Town International Airport. Taken before my flight to Durban.
  2. Sea Point, my favourite place in Cape Town. Clouds reflected in rock pool, yacht in the background.
  3. Lone girl, wrapped up in green blanket, engrossed in a novel. Mountain in the background.
  4. Spring flowers on Table Mountain.
  5. Japanese Garden, San Francisco.
  6. Selfie after a half-marathon. It would appear that I love the colour pink.
  7. Setting sun, Monterey Bay.

And it’s the end of August. And I feel like I’ve accomplished absolutely fuckall for this month. I haven’t scaled the highest peak in Africa, I haven’t run an ultra-marathon, I haven’t set any new PBs, I haven’t won a travel scholarship and I haven’t created something beautiful. The sum total of my accomplishments for this month can be summed up in four sentences:

  • I submitted my tax return forms. And got a grand total of two cents back from the government. Drinks on me.
  • I bought a coffee table. And holy crap, I am excited for its delivery! A coffee table! This kids, is what adulthood looks like. You get excited over things like a coffee table.
  • I ran one half-marathon and I didn’t even do that very well. It was a flat race and I finished in 2:05. I was also in considerable pain after the race.
  • I’ve also eaten a LOT of chocolate. Now some people might say that consuming chocolate isn’t much of an accomplishment, those people would be wrong.


Even though I sound disappointed in myself I am quite enjoying being back home. I’m enjoying getting back into a regular routine. I’m enjoying my evening runs with my dad. I am enjoying cooking for myself. I am enjoying nesting – buying cute, little items for my home. I am enjoying reconnecting with old friends.


My goals for September are:

  • Continue being awesome.
  • Make awkward conversation with members of the opposite sex.
  • Train for the Winelands Marathon.
  • Lose four kilograms. It would seem that all those pastries and chocolates have had an impact.

InstagramAugustLeft to right, top to bottom:

  1. Flower in my friend’s garden. Hashtag life goals.
  2. Always choose the window seat. View as I flew over Africa from Amsterdam. All desert sand and blue skies.
  3. Dendrobium Orchid. Conservatory of Flowers. San Francisco.
  4. Painted Heart. Union Square. San Francisco.
  5. Dahlia garden outside the Conservatory of Flowers. San Francisco. The Conservatory is free to all visitors on the first Tuesday of every month.
  6. Orchid. Conservatory of Flowers. San Francisco.

Must Read

  1. Ronda Rousey’s response to people who think her body is too masculine.
  2. J.K. Rowling is awesome. Not only did she write the Harry Potter series (which I still haven’t read), but she her response to a disparaging remark on Serena William’s body, is simply perfect.
  3. Julia’s last fuckable day.
  4. Donald Trump is a dick, but Heidi Klum is unfazed by his comments on her body.

Feel free to send me any links to articles on women being awesome.


Photograph taken in San Francisco. 

I’ve just finished reading, “N.P.” by Banana Yoshimoto. It’s an odd book and it tries to touch on many themes: suicide, lesbianism, incest, abortion, the occult and drugging your friend.


“How were her father and Otohiko different? With millions of men on the earth, why did she choose her own relatives?

Sui was selective about what she believed.

There’s no such thing as perfect love. If you and Otohiko break up, he will be relieved too.

Are you happy with your life up to this point? It’s your fault that nothing good has happened to you.

Despite her arrogance, she was well aware that hers was a slender existence. She believed in the groans of that dubious soul, and the brilliance of her own tuition.

She possessed a life force that was fundamental and untamed. She was like a kitten who is flung into muddy water and cries pitifully but still survives. Shoji lacked that tenacity, and people like Otohiko and I are unable to believe in it completely and remain ambivalent.”

IMG_4211Painted ladies. Alamo Park. San Francisco.

It’s August and I’m back in Cape Town. And I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, reflecting. I’ve been thinking about all the things I’m proud of and grateful for this past month. I’ve also been thinking about what I want to achieve in the upcoming months.


I’m grateful for friends, who are willing to spend a couple of hours in the airport while you wait for your plane. I am grateful for the friends I am made during my 5 week sojourn in America. I am grateful for an aunt that misses my presence and invites me to supper the day after I’ve returned. I am grateful for friends that trust me with their secrets. I am grateful for having people to come home to. I am grateful.


I am proud of having the courage and confidence to print out one of my photographs and put it up for auction. And more proud for not falling apart when no one bid on my work. Not everyone’s going to like what you put out there (some people will find it depressing) and that’s okay. And even though no one bid on my work, this won’t stop me from producing and perfecting my art. I’m going to plugging away at it. I’m going to keep entering photographic competitions.

This is going to sound silly, but public transport in foreign countries scares me. And because of this fear I generally end up walking EVERYWHERE. But because of my limited time in San Francisco, walking everywhere simply wasn’t feasible so I ended up taking the bus and the train. And I’m proud of this little achievement.

I’m proud of myself for joining the running club in Davis for an afternoon run.

Goals for August:

  • Attempt to make an awesome couscous salad. Ha! Unfortunately, I still don’t have a clear idea of what I’d like to achieve during this month.

Before I subject you to my photographs of this week’s exploits, may I direct your attention to Kareem Abdul-Jabbar’s article on body-shaming black, female athletes?

Quote from article:

Sharapova, at 6 feet 2 and 130 pounds (Williams is 5 feet 9 and weighs 150 pounds), admits that that she wishes she could be even thinner: “I always want to be skinnier with less cellulite; I think that’s every girl’s wish.” (Is it? Should it be?)

I think it’s so sad that Sharapova worries more about her weight and cellulite, than about being awesome and kicking ass.


IMG_4028The first two photos were taken at Monterey Bay Aquarium and the last few were taken in San Diego. 

My time in Davis, California is drawing to an end and in my spare time I’m trying to document every aspect of this little college town.

Here are some photos taken at the Arboretum, one of my favourite places in Davis. (My other favourite hangout is the Co-op, a grocery store close. There’s not much to do in Davis.)

The photos don’t provide an accurate depiction of the Arboretum. They neglect to to highlight the pair of river otters feeding in the creek, the couples lounging on the lawn, the love locks on the bridge, the spectacular birds who won’t stay put long enough for me to snap a picture. Inconsiderate little things. How am I supposed to win the National Geographic award if they don’t stay still? 


I’m currently reading Zadie Smith’s novel “On beauty”. I absolutely love her writing. It is so addictive that I’m already planning on purchasing her other novels. Here’s a quick extract:

“Summer left Wellington abruptly and slammed the door on the way out. The shudder sent the leaves to the ground all at once, and Zora Belsey had that strange, late-September feeling that somewhere in a small classroom with small chairs an elementary school teacher was waiting for her.”