I'll always remember the first time I stood eye to eye with a great white shark. Technically, I was floating, not standing. But the eye contact was very real.
With a landscape as flat and desolate as this, the wind and the silence comes from everywhere, all around you. The horizon of flat Great Karoo is interrupted only by large, canyon-like mountains that rise like exponential chart lines in the distance. In the middle of May, the almost-winter wind is unforgiving when you’re trying to keep your car on the road - a narrow tar strip that carries on in a straight perspective line about 20 km ahead.
Sometimes, life has a way of putting things in perspective. Returning to a town that's always been your second home, for instance, can suddenly seem entirely different if you visit it with different people.
It's not the most difficult trail, especially if you're an experienced hiker. In fact, you don't even have to walk the entire 13km if you don't want to - some locals simply take their daily morning walks on the trail. The difficulty comes in, however, when you have to try and keep your eyes on the road with the majestic expanse of blue horizon to your left.
Every time I'm in Sedgefield, there are five to twelve paragliders in the sky. Just minding their own business, floating in front of the hills over the piece of Garden Route valley between Wilderness and Knysna. Today was no different. They were the colourful specks of peace above the swarming turmoil that was the Saturday market at Sedgefield.
October was the month I was looking forward to the most in 2018. It was a meagre two weeks in October, but it was these two weeks that would mark my very first visit to the United States. And not just any old town: Green Bay, the oldest town in America's so-called Dairy State.
If you’re reading this, you’re probably interested in what Leatherbound.blog is about. Let me start with an introduction: Hi, my name is Rouxné, and I live in the Garden Route of South Africa.