My first memory of this little town was on my sixteenth birthday. No it wasn't planned. Our car broke down on our way to Gauteng from the Cape just outside Springbok. I was highly unimpressed that I was being forced to spend a (supposedly) very important birthday in this less than exciting desert town.
A few years later I went with a different view and high expectations. Armed with a selection of cameras (including my trusty Rollei) I knew I would have a very different experience of this almost town. I wasn't disappointed. We explored the hills on horse back till our butts hurt. We saw stars you'd never see from a big city. The landscape and the clouds and the quiet are just endless. This is where minds come to rest, where hearts are filled and souls are restored.