Excerpt from my book “Hitch-hiking to Heaven”


“Two more lifts, and I found myself sitting on my kitbag on a winding pass in the midst of the most majestic mountains I had ever seen, between George and Oudtshoorn.
A Pretoria kid doesn’t comprehend how big mountains really are, I tell you.
With them towering over me, out in the open like that (not inside a car), it occurred to me what my ancestors had been up against, in The Great Trek. What kind of faith they had needed.
I sang my heart out to those mountains, to pass time, and when I sang Die Stem, I fucking cried, wondering how I knew the words so well.”



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