Friday, February 21, 2014

Rondawel


I loved lying beneath the thatched symmetry of the rondawel rooves in the Kruger. Function and perfect form.

We slept through those black nights. Silent nights. We slept. All night long.


In the mornings we were up before the sun, made our coffee, packed our rusks, and drove through the sunrise-opening gates, to see what we could see.
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