Riaan en Kari Doorduin: Oppad na Mooihoek

04 Mei 2008

Oppad na Mooihoek

Vroeg oggend in Wimpy by Colesberg gaan koffie drink om wakker te word en al langs die Hendrik Verwoerd (alias Gariep, of wat noem hulle die plek nou weer... ) en toe via Bethulie. By Smithfield het ons natuurlik verkeerd gedraai en amper in noodgevalle by die hospitaal ingery. Volgens oorlewering moet hier êrens ook nog 'n kanon wees met die naam van Grietjie wat ons toe nooit kon opspoor nie. 90km na Wepener en vinnig na Hobhouse. Daar 'n koppie koffie met vla / "custard"koek by die Oom en Tannie gedrink. Die Oom doen die ongelooflikste skilder en leer kuns. Baie besonders. Lady Brand. Naby Ficksburg by die kersieplaas "Constantia" gestop. Fouriesburg het 'n pragtige kerk en 'n lekker soppie en brood in Clarens terwyl dit giet van die reën verseker dat ons warm en vol verder kan aanskuif Bethlehem toe. Bohlokong, Warden, Vrede, grondpad, Volksrust, Wakkerstroom en Mooihoek!

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"Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind." -Albert Einstein

"He who cannot draw on 3000 years is living from hand to mouth." -Goethe

"When confronted with a work of art, we have to open our minds to allow it to carry us away. If we seek to relate intimately to another person, we have to be prepared to make ourselves vulnerable.." - Karen Armstrong

I wanted to live everywhere and smell, taste, feel everything. I wanted to go to sea, explore unknown lands, take off in a space rocket, dine only at all-you-can-eat restaurants, be the last to leave parties. What I couldn’t acknowledge then, and hardly now, is that life just isn’t like that for most of us. The quicksands of suburbia were lurking at every step, and those who broke on through to the sunlit uplands couldn’t find their way back, even when the poverty and lack of enthusiasm for climbing means they wanted to come back. It was the dream of an immature young man, which is exactly what I was.
My eyes would be drawn inevitably to the low ridge of purple hills that ringed the east side of Manchester. The weight of the city; of all those people moving on their tiny arcs across its concrete streets, would be lifted for a moment. That place, over there in those hills, was somewhere I could feel alive, where the moment of release could give me the clarity to understand unconsciously that poetry, prophecy, and religion are all one.

- Ed Douglas: Voices from the Summit, 2000

Nog quotes

Behold the guarantee - the bold print giveth, and the fine print taketh away.

Ask not for whom the telephone bell tolls. If thou art in the bath, it tolls for thee.

If the world were good for nothing else, it is a fine subject for speculation.

What is my loftiest ambition? I've always wanted to throw an egg into an electric fan..

His handshake ought not to be used except as a tourniquet.

Some people can stay longer in an hour than others can in a week.

Many a man's reputation would not know his character if they met on the street.

The world is moving so fast these days, that men who says it can't be done are generally interrupted by men who are doing it.

Pioneers are the people with the arrows in their backs.

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