Those who know me well will know that I’ve been craving a trip out of the city for quite some time now. The need to escape gets to me at times. I love the city, the busy streets that never sleep, the constant noise which, after a while, becomes soothing like a sort of white noise – the never ending buzz becomes comforting. It’s like being awake at 3am sitting on your balcony and seeing some lights on in apartments across the street from yours. Knowing that you aren’t the only person awake. The city is constantly filled with pockets of reminders that hint of a sense of togetherness. But once in a while it reaches a point where it all gets a bit overwhelming, and that’s when I need to hit the road.
The Cape Town sun disappeared as soon we hit the pass and headed into the Overberg. The rain started out with a light drizzle as we ate our pies in the car at Peregrine (let’s face it, there is no other way to start a trip). Banter and music saw us through the next couple of hours to Swellendam – the rest of the afternoon was spent mapping out the route for the next leg of our very short road trip (hehe).
Things I am most excited for? Documenting some shots of the day to day life in small towns up along route 62. Shooting on some back roads (and hopefully not getting lost or stuck) and having the room to breathe and completely switch off before kicking of a new year.
I’ll be posting more shots on my Instagram so follow along on there if you like.