02 February 2025 - 00:00

About 18 years ago my missus and I lost our marbles, got into our car and decided to drive to Cape Town from Gauteng. We were making memories, we reckoned. Because I was (am?) a cheapskate, I scoffed at the idea of wasting our hard-earned cash on hotels, so we crashed with one of my wife’s friends from her Cape Town days as a student. Poor Masiza was then saddled with the responsibility of not only hosting us, but having to play tour guide for my benefit. This is how it came about that on one glorious Saturday morning we left his house and set out for the Cape winelands. The mission; wine estate crawling. ..