Author: Claire
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Somerset West Welcome
6:30am. The bus stop in Swellendam. It’s far too early after a broken night’s travel-sleep but it’s light and the day is fresh. Two little brown birds greet us, hop-hopping along the edge of the N2. Passengers get off and walk around. I stay in my warm, comfortable seat and enjoy the morning world through…
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Leaving the Border
How many times have I travelled this road? How many times in the last few months? As I set off again in a bus across the Eastern Cape, I feel that familiar sense of insecurity. I wonder sometimes if all wanderers, all those who travels without fixed abode, experience this strange sensation. It isn’t necessarily…
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The friendly gecko
A few days ago, a gecko arrived. I came into my room one morning – I had just made a cup of tea – and there he was, clinging casually to the ceiling. As I went to sit down, he scuttled across the ceiling and stopped, just above my head. I carefully set down my…