This is what happens when too many fiancees or wives want a diamond: men dig. Deep.
You know those shiny and silly expensive stones called diamonds? For a long time they were randomly found in rivers or near volcanoes, and they considered, in many cultures, as magic items.
Enter Kimberley, Northern Cape , a place in literally the middle of nowhere, approximately between Johannesburg and Cape Town. Long time ago someone found a diamond there, and not soon after thousands of adventurers moved and built a city around the biggest human made cave ever dug: the big hole.
The story is quite fascinating, very similar to the American golden rush. It definitely deserves a read.
Why was I here, with Lindsey?
Well, Lindsey's oldest and best friend, Shari, after studying to become a game ranger, worked in different places (including the Kruger park ) before finding a place as a manager in on e of the many De Beers farms outside Kimberley. I actually think that all of Kimberley belongs to them...
I personally visited the place only once, stopped for 30 minutes on my way back from Cape Town in 2005 , so when Lindsey asked me if I wanted to join I said yes.
Shari is one of those characters that are impossible to dislike. Full of knowledge about almost all the aspects of wild animal life, and capable of entertaining with her endless collection of crazy story, she is quite something.
Besides checking the city, Shari took us on an exploration of his farm, some 60000 hectares (I think) of land for all the wild animals in there. Driving in the evening was the best time of the day to see the animals getting ready to go to bed.
She doesn't have any of those dangerous carnivorous animals, but I don't think I will forget easily our multiple encounters with families of rhinos.
Lindsey and I had a great time staying at her house. The company was great, the food too and spending time with the dogs was just a reminder of how much I want one once we move into the new house.
We even got to drive a crazy 4x4 golf cart for quick excursions...
On Sunday we finally visited the big hole in town. By the way that is the real name: the big hole. And it is what he says: a big f*****g hole.
Just look at the pictures. As for my eastern Transvaal weekend, it is easier to describe something by looking at it, and it fits my current laziness too!
It was another fun weekend, squeezed between weeks of hard work. After saying goodbye to Shari, family and animals, I checked the calendar, and I realized that probably our (me and Lindsey) next travel will be for our honeymoon...