As I write this, I would have been halfway through Namibia, slowly on my way to Zanzibar. Lockdown 2020 has cancelled a lot of plans, businesses, lives. Yet, the camaraderie of Put Footers extends beyond the event itself. Even though…
Late November last year I went to a good friend’s bachelors party on a farm close to Eendekuil, past Piketberg. Unfortunately, I was only able to attend the first night of the festivities, as I had to leave early to…
“You’ve got a good job, own a house, when do you buy yourself a new, reliable car?” they asked. Somewhere, somehow, I became aware of the Put Foot Rally, and during 2016 it started bubbling up to the surface of…
I am broken and tired. I have stepped on what seems to have been every thorn the West Coast harbours. Twice. And some of them are still in my feet. Everything from my lower back down feels like it’s going…
Back in early 1983, when I wasn’t a year of age, my father was looking for a new car to purchase for my mother. It was still the age of patriarchy. He had culled the herd, and decided on two…