Photo: Rich Pearce
Words: Harry Warren Wilson
It was something youd never expect to see.
Such an oddly, alienated yet still somehow familiar sight, just in the wrong context.
It had a kind of playfulness to it.
The scene seemed very out of place.
African winter was already throwing me off balance, but I loved it.
My first time in Africa, and I was overwhelmed.
The 25km trek from the resort, through the Maluti mountains, was another experience in itself.
I noticed how the sun bounced off the snow, the reservoir, the glass windows of the cafe.
This weather didnt change for weeks.
No clouds, just blue sky.
Even when the clouds did eventually roll over the hills, they were harmless.
They flew overhead like ghosts, reminding us how dry the winter would be.
It was indeed a very dry winter.
I didnt even see ten centimetres of real snow fall during my month-and-a-half stay.
The work seemed to fill up my days.
This was a night-time show.
It was almost like a big, multicultural family.
I could list the downsides, and there would be plenty.
I see no need though.
