Dusty Roads #3: Stream in the Little Karoo

Even in this hottest, driest December we’ve had in a while, the beauty of this corner of the world lingers up its dusty roads. The other morning I was up early, before the sun pushed over the koppie across the river. Some bits between the rocks still gurgle in clear splashes over the red and blue-grey rocks. Die rivier loop steeds floutjies tussen die diep kuile. This time of the morning, the water is still cold and for a while the water catches the blue sky and holds it.

Take care not to slip on the slimy green stones under the surface of those patches of sky when you make your way to one of the big flat bluish rocks in the middle of the stream. After a big splash you’ll have a small Jack Russell frowning at you.

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Naaldekokers bewe bokant die hoppende waterhondjies en deur die vars oggendlug trek jy die reuk van bergwater in. Even though the brackish water from the borehole nearby will always be the taste of home for me, nothing tastes quite as wonderful as water straight from the dripping mountain. That yellowish brown is not mud, no, it gets it’s colour from the roots of the plants as it filters into tiny little waterfalls that eventually become rivers.

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It is a taste that I’ve never been able to describe, except that the sharp freshness of real mountain water sends a shot of life through you. It tastes like stone and moss and bubbles and cracking air of an early morning.

What does home taste like to you?

8 thoughts on “Dusty Roads #3: Stream in the Little Karoo

  1. This really gives the atmosphere of the hot Karoo and the wonder of finding streams in those hot places. It’s very difficult to capture the taste of that mountain water, but I think you have!! It reminds me of the cool secret rivers that run in the deep kloofs in the Magaliesberg. Very evocative.

  2. ” the sharp freshness of real mountain water sends a shot of life through you… It tastes like stone and moss and bubbles and cracking air of an early morning.”

    Ooh…nature’s champagne. I want a great, big gulp of this. The cracking air of an early morning is rife with possibilities. Just beautiful! I’m coming to Africa.

  3. Hmmm, maybe home tastes like a drk chocolate cake still warm in the middle. Or something with warm Vanilla sauce. Something that feels on the tongue like a warm blanket on the skin. Or an embrace. Thanks for the inspiration. Just what I needed today. πŸ™‚

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