Keukenhof the “flower garden of Europe” is situated deep within the heart of the Tulip Bulb growing region near the town of Lisse, the Netherlands. It’s a far cry from the coffee shops and the red light districts, we had become accustomed to while living in Amsterdam. But is similarly a part of the more traditional side of Dutch culture namely cheese, clogs and of course tulips. And in saying so set us off on a path to discover what it’s all about.
The morning swallows darted above the long evergreen grass catching their morning meal as they did. The day was heating up exponentially to its sweltering humid conclusion. The loose sand, a steaming cesspool after yet another nights rain made walking in open shoes a kids delight. The monotony of the rolling hills broken only by the occasional Zulu hut or village all culminated into a vista people would pay a lot of money to see. It did make me feel like I was right at home standing here in the heart of Zulu-land And the thought of finding the dragon was all but gone put to rest for the time been.
Today’s activity would see the group all together, and not going it alone, crossing the South African border into a very small country comfortably nestled in her heart: Lesotho. But first we had to get there and Siya knew the way. Brown, Frisian and all black cows dotted the countryside as we made our way to the border post. It was a steep climb (but not for an African taxi bus) to the border all due to Lesotho being one of the highest countries in the world and surprisingly one of the least concerned over its borders. Evident by the lack of their border post at Mananatshe meaning it didn’t exist. However, there were remnants of it, but after having checked out of South Africa we essentially didn’t exist. It was a funny thought being a no body for a day; it was a symptom of the state of their nation.
Our “company” now thoroughly exhausted after hiking the Drakensberg the day before left Bug and I no choice but to go it alone. Pity for they would be missing out on us conquering the next leg of our activities; hiking through the Royal Natal Park. Our objective was to brave it all the way through to the foot of the Tugela Falls. All the while keeping an eye out for the mythical dragon.
Waiting five hours doing absolutely nothing might not sound like a great way to while away the morning. But if it means going to the Drakensberg Mountain Range for a five day holiday of adventure, relaxation and backpacking leisure. Well, then I think it’s safe to say it’s a sacrifice most would willingly do.
Route 62 is a fine road. So fine its road signs have been adorned with their own unique flair reminiscent of the long haul highway signs in the American southwest. But apart from this Route 62 lives up its flair not just in its signs but also in its quaint roadside pit stops, villages and good old country hospitality. Of which many a local will gladly share be it in a story or in the form of a roadside cold one. Route 62 for all it’s worth feels like taking a journey not unlike the frontiersmen of old as they carved a path out west (although we were going east).
It’s time for an overhaul. And some downtime.
We here at the Nomadic Existence have decided that after nearly a year of sharing our travel experiences with you that we need to spruce things up a bit around here.
So that once our radio silence is finally broken we can share with you even more of our travel blogs on a, wait for it, new website!
And that’s not the half of it for during part of our hiatus we’ve been travelling up a storm and will soon have so many more stories to inspire you to explore, conserve and discover.
Till then keep on travelling and before you know it we’l be there waiting for you to share yours with us.
By Slippery Joe Lyzard ©
Photography: Nomadic Bug ©
Nomadic Existence 2015 ©
Explore. Conserve. Discover.
The pride and joy of Capetonians far and wide, Table Mountain is undeniably a landmark you couldn’t possibly miss. It is the city and is the foremost source of inspiration and pleasure most locals and foreigners alike draw on. Cape Town exists because of this and Table Mountain knows it. There are not a lot of places in the world that can boast such a natural wonder on their doorstep and this in turn puts Table Mountain at the top of our landmark series.
In-between the hustle and bustle of street pedlars, African curios and every tourist inspired souvenir stall you can think of. Lies a piece of history, mostly forgotten and presumed dead. It once served a purpose but like most things couldn’t keep up with the times and was slowly, painfully erased from the-annuls of history. But in an effort to grace it with some of its former glory we’ve inducted the Green Market Square Water Fountain into our landmark series.
Sex, what can be said about it. Well other than the fact it’s a completely natural part of the human experience its also, generally speaking, a rather popular taboo. That is more often than not regulated to being nothing more than a “no go area”. Would it then, in some shape or form, be fitting to say that Ronnies sex Shop has in some way benefited from this belief system? Or on the other hand could it be nothing more than a case of stopping at a roadside bar for a beer? Either way works but nonetheless Ronnies sex Shop is an unequaled addition to our Landmark series.
Kimberley’s big hole is a title most people would be embarrassed to say out load (especially if it had any merit in the anatomical sense that is). And in Afrikaans sounds even more visceral, “Kimberley se groot gat”. But all things aside the “gat” or “hole”, once a world famous diamonds mine, is still a testament to man’s ambition to find treasure. Making “the big hole” of Kimberley an indispensable addition to our Landmark series.
In some circles the title above could be misinterpreted to being a chant of adulation for the King of Rock & Roll; the one and only Elvis. But this past Monday the chants were for an actual King akin to a character in fairy-tale read to you by your parents as a child.