Tankwa Karoo

Another day, another patch of dried, cracked mud, this time close to camp. Around Stellenbosch, even far out of town, our experience has been that it’s often so noisy – with hikers and cyclists, the power saws of forestry workers, passing vehicle traffic, the hum of electricity substations, the jet engines of planes high above on the Cape Town-Johannesburg route that passes directly over Stellenbosch – that it’s often not even worth trying to record sound along with the images. Here it was the opposite: we did record sound, but this place is so empty and quiet that there was almost nothing for the microphone to pick up – only the very occasional chirp of a solitary bird, or the barely audible sound of Strijdom pushing the red cloth into the cracks with a stick.

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