about me

Let’s be honest,I’m rubbish at sitting still. Born restless under this big African sky, I’ve spent more time in hiking shoes and wetsuits than in actual shoes. You want me in an office? I’ll be the one drumming salt-crusted fingers on the desk, staring out the window at Table Mountain’s ridges like they’re whispering secrets I’m missing. Kalk Bay’s waves taught me to read the ocean’s moods before I could properly spell my own name, and those lessons stuck—now I’d rather get pummeled by a winter swell than answer another damn email.

This place either chews you up or gets under your skin forever,no in-between. I’ve come home from hikes with my legs scratched bloody by fynbos, surf sessions that left my ears ringing from icy duck-dives, and roadside braais where the wind stole half my wors. Still wouldn’t trade it. That mountain’s my compass, the ocean’s my therapist, and every backroad pothole’s a reminder that the good stuff’s never easy to reach. Local? Yeah, but not the kind who just posts sunset pics—I’m out there getting sand in my car seats and mud on my boots seven days a week. Some call it obsession. I call it knowing a good thing when I’ve found it.