03 February 2018 night after full moon, new cycle begins.

This is it, my first blog entry ever. Proudly Wildstyler 2018. I mean I have thought about this moment for month and now we are here. Arrived in a different setting, our first month of traveling has passed and we have passed. With bravour I would say. I am entirely grateful and lacking the words to express the gratitude I feel towards Regina, Rudy and Una who took this challenge on like masters and thrive and fail and live this gypsy life in a pure form of togetherness. They are truly amazing beings that have traveled with me and through me in this first month.

We are sitting next to the Umzimvubu River Mouth in Port St. Johns and even though it seems not too far from home, we have realized now that our journey and our expedition has started. The humidity has changed dramatically as we are following or drawing rolling thunderstorms over the Eastern Cape and approaching Kwa Zulu Natal on the wild Wildcoast of South Africa. The sound of these enormous frogs is almost unbearable and everything around us is blossoming and in a ready to go state.

We have witnessed a vibrant first of the month market and real African chaos in Port St. Johns  in order to buy something useful to cure our nerve wrecking Flea/Mite/Mossi infestation.

All seems bigger, lusher and more alive, even the mosquito bites.





We are full of grief that we are unable to let our dear friends and Cape Town participate in this spectacular nature that presents itself. We were so lucky to see the greater Karroo around Graaff Reinet in green shadows and endless cloud formations around the Valley of Desolation. We went through the boiling heat of hot summer in Swellendam when the only thing you do is try escape the heat.

Currently we are on our 6th campsite deep in the eastern Cape after traversing from Natures Valley, P.E. and Addo, Mountain Zebra National Park and Queenstown to Port St. Johns, Wild Coast.

 It has been an interesting month from visiting campsites during holiday season (try to avoid these!) the absolute remoteness of far off forgotten places like in Queenstown (Roydon) which proved to be most stunning with oryx antelopes, ach so beautifully patterned eastern cape cattle, giraffes and lots of game.

We are driving an average of 250 km a day, which takes up to 8 hours. This proves borderline when it comes to travel with your children. Our car (Gypsy) and beautiful caravan are trustworthy partners along the way not letting us down and giving us a true sense of home wherever we are on our journey.

We did not in the slightest expect these vast dimensions that South Africa has to offer. The variety of this ¼ that we have explored so far already escapes our comprehension or expectation and it is at times difficult to accept the ever present inequality that surrounds us here every day. But our insecurity rests on our attitude and deeper trust that togetherness is the key.

We are confident travelers now and our almost one year of planning proved to be efficient. Funny it was me in the end who took way to many clothes.

It has been a dramatic blue moon yesterday and we will be using its forceful energy to travel deeper both within ourselves and further on this Road to wherever in Africa.