– We first arrived at Bushman’s Kloof in the late afternoon. It had been an absurdly hot day, and the sun was now inching back towards the horizon. It was the sort of weather that makes you swear that you will never eat anything again that isn’t presented to you in popsicle form. Still, when…
– When Rand first told me that Bushman’s Kloof had not one, but several infinity pools, I promptly freaked out. “How is that even possible?” I squealed. “It’s a luxury resort,” Rand explained. “That still doesn’t make sense. They are messing with THE VERY FABRIC OF SPACE TIME.” With that statement, my husband paused, and took a…
– Rand often tells me that it takes a lot to please me. I argue that this isn’t exactly true. I require very few things to be happy. I’ve explained time and again that I require little else in life than a cupcake or four, his undivided attention, and a really comfortable couch. The problem is…
– I don’t really know how to begin telling you about Bushman’s Kloof. Words don’t usually fail me. In fact, I often have them in excess. They dribble out of my mouth at particularly inopportune times. Like when I’m telling a story at noisy party, and I find myself shouting the gory details in order…
I occasionally wonder if I’m alone in the things I find humorous. I’ve laughed – often hysterically – at stuff that other people don’t seem to find funny. – I usually figure that those other people are in bad moods, have lousy senses of humor, or are plagued with that affliction of sanity that I…
– I never imagined myself to be the sort of person who’d go on safari. It’s just not in my genetics. I don’t really like the sun. Large animals frighten me. And I don’t look all that good in khaki. Plus, I have very short legs, and I’m not particularly good at running. If things…
– I have found that there are times when I am traveling with a group that someone needs to use the bathroom. That’s probably not all that surprising, huh? You are probably thinking, “Um, yes, that happens to all of us, genius.” But I’d hope that your takeaway is that I am real and approachable and relatable…
– I’m not a plant person. I suppose that’s far better than not being a people person. Or not being a dog person. Or a cat person. (For the record, I am two of the three. I’ll let you guess.) It’s not that plants and I have a bad relationship (except for blackberry bushes. Those…
– Whenever I see someone who has succumbed to something incredibly touristy – whether it be the people running around Disney World with those invisible dogs on leashes, or anyone drinking beer out of a boot – two things go through my head: That is so incredibly cheesy. I … I kind of want in…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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