While the site is under construction, some things may be a little confusing.

Monitor | Keeping an eye on the braai
Download | Get the firewood off the bakkie 
Hard drive | Trip back home without any cold beer  
Keyboard  |  Where you hang the bakkie and bike keys  
Window  |  What you shut when it's cold  
Screen | What you shut in the mosquito season    
Byte | What mosquitoes do  

Monitor | Keeping an eye on the braai
Download | Get the firewood off the bakkie 
Hard drive | Trip back home without any cold beer  
Keyboard  |  Where you hang the bakkie and bike keys  
Window  |  What you shut when it's cold  
Screen | What you shut in the mosquito season    
Byte | What mosquitoes do  
Bit | What mosquitoes did  

This is the moment a group of tiny caterpillars formed an incredible 17ft long convoy to cross a road in the Kruger National Park.

Some 136 caterpillars made the single line and wriggled top-to-toe across the road, linked by a thin silk thread which set their path.

And their safety-in-numbers approach had the desired effect as the slow-moving convoy was easily seen by motorists, who were held up for 20 minutes as it made its way across.

Ek gaan dit nou op swart en wit stel, maar ek doen dit met ’n vooraf-waarskuwing sodat my geliefde my nie eendag kan vermoor as ek van binnelandse sake af terugkom met ’n geboortesertifikaat waarmee sy nie saamstem nie.
As ek eendag kinders het, gaan ek die eerste een Low Range noem. Die tweede een kan dalk Diff-lock of SFA wees.
Dit hang seker maar af of ek nog leef ná die eerste kind.*

I will risk putting this in black and white, but I want it noted, that I do so with a formal disclaimer in place. Something that protects me should I one day return from Home Affairs, with a birth certificate bearing a name my future wife passionately abhors.
The thing is, if I have kids one day, I’m considering naming the first one Low-Range, and the second either Diff-lock or SFA*.
(The latter just depends if I am still alive after the naming of the first.)
 
I actually knew a guy named Difflock once. I went to university with him.

Dit was al Sondagmiddag laat in die Suid-Vrystaat, naby die Oranjerivier, toe dit my oorkom.
Ná ’n vol dag van passe en grondpaaie begin ek slaapplek soek. Ek kyk op my kaart en sien Goedemoed is ’n klein plekkie (nóg dorpie, nóg plaas, net-net groot genoeg om op die kaart te verskyn) omtrent 30 km van Aliwal-Noord af, aan die Vrystaat-kant van die rivier.

Sometimes daring girls with tiny waists and deep cleavages wrestle in it wearing nothing but skimpy swimwear – not because they necessarily enjoy it, but because they get paid for it (not to mention that it is a winner in the, well … titillation stakes).
Children make cookies with it, and barbels lie in it to get them through a drought. We’re obviously talking about mud here … treacherous, lovely, slippery mud.

Soms trek waaghalsige meisies wat viets van middellyf en diep van halslyn is, skrapse swemdrag aan en stoei daarin. Nie omdat dit noodwendig vir hulle lekker is nie, maar omdat hulle betaal word. En dit vir die mense wat kyk, so lekker is.
Kinders bak ook koekies daarmee en babers gaan lê daarin om nog ’n seisoenale droogte te kan oorleef. Ons praat natuurlik hier van modder… bedrieglike, lieflike, glibberige modder.