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24 January 1988

Favourite movies (School years: 1975 - 1988)


  • Cinema Paradisio (1988)
  • The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!  (1988) 
  • The Big Blue  (1988)
  • Lethal Weapon (1987)
  • The Untouchables (1987)
  • RoboCop  (1987)
  • Wall Street  (1987)
  • Dirty Dancing  (1987)
  • No Way Out  (1997)
  • The Running Man (1987)
  • Top Gun  (1986)
  • Highlander (1986)
  • The Fly  (1986)
  • Back to the Future  (1985)
  • Witness (1985)
  • Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984)
  • The NeverEnding Story (1984)
  • Romancing the Stone (1984)
  • Ghostbusters (1984)
  • The Karate Kid (1984)
  • Gremlins (1984)
  • The Terminator (1984)
  • The Woman in Red  (1984)
  • The Meaning of Life  (1983)
  • The Return of the Pink Panther (1983)
  • E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982)
  • Annie (1982)
  • Rambo: First Blood (1982)
  • Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark  (1981)
  • For Your Eyes Only (1981)
  • Chariots of Fire  (1981)
  • The Blue Lagoon(1980)
  • Private Benjamin (1980)
  • The Gods Must Be Crazy (1980)
  • Satan's Triangle (1975)
  • Superman (1978)
  • The Good, The Bad and The Ugly (1966)
  • Live and Let Die (1978)
  • The Eagle Has Landed  (1976)










































12 December 1987

Trip to Victoria Falls and Botswana (Okovango, Chobe, Savuti) (Age 16)

In Standard 9, I went on school trip to the Okovango swamps in Botswana.  There were 9 of us packed into the back of a smallish camping van and we drove all the way up North to Botswana and Chobi and Victoria Falls.  There was one very memorable night when our wheel came off our car and we were left stranded in the desert.  I absolutely loved my time in Botswana and Zimbabwe and saw many new birds including "Jesus birds" than walk on water over water lilies, huge Marabou storks and brilliantly coloured Carmine bee-eaters.



Here is a letter I wrote about the experience



Dear Uncle Jack and Nancy,

Thank you so much for the money which you sent for Christmas. I really appreciated your generosity. With it, I plan to purchase a light metre for my camera, an instrument which should greatly improve the standard of my photographs. I promise, therefore, to dedicate my first really successful photo to you and I will send you a copy of it!

We had a lovely peaceful Christmas this year. I hope you did too. As we have done in the past and since I can remember, we did it in traditional family style. Our grandparents came to our house in the early morning and we all opened presents together. It is always a very cosy and cheerful occasion and I love it. Then, in the afternoon, we went to friends and stayed with them for a delicious turkey dinner which I thoroughly enjoyed.

In my last letter, I told you that I was going on safari to the Okovango Swamps in Botswana and if you are wondering how it went, it was as fantastic as I had anticipated. There were twelve of us who went, just about all teenagers. On the morning of departure, we all crammed believe it or not, into a small land rover and left for the Swamps, a good 2000 miles away. Although conditions were a “little” cramped, they were enjoyable and we all soon became very good friends. The friendly spirit formed in the first couple of hours of traveling persisted throughout the safari.

As was to be expected, not everything ran smoothly. Botswana is very much a third world country and 90% of it is totally undeveloped. On many occasions we travelled for a good 24 hours without seeing any trace of civilization! On the third day of our trip, we were travelling through a particularly isolated part of the country when, horrors of horrors, the wheel and wheel cap of our vehicle came off! Needless to say, we were in a real fix. We discovered that new parts were essential for the vehicle’s repair and with no town within 50 miles of where we were, that posed a little bit of a problem.

It was 9 o’clock at night when this happened and so we were left with no alternative but to set up tents on the side of the road and sleeping there for the night, see what morning had to bring. It was pitch black and we could not see what we were doing so pitching tents was a real performance. We were right in the middle of doing so when someone remarked casually that he had felt something brush against his bare foot. I in turn said that now he had mentioned it, I had had a similar experience. Everyone grabbed for torches at the same time and general chaos prevailed. Eventually the ground was illuminated and the most gruesome awful sight met our eyes!

The whole place was wriggling and crawling in huge scorpions, each the size of a human hand and equipped with a deadly sting. We stood rooted with fear before charging for the safety of the vehicle. Here we put on shoes and trousers and then emerged for a great battle. In the ensuing struggle, 98 scorpions were killed and only one of our men was injured. He received a sting on his little toe. He had to receive serious medical attention with a twig between his teeth and 2 pretty girls holding his hands, someone set to work on his toe. It was sliced open with a sterilized blade and the blood (mixed with the poison) was made to flow out. Then a bandage was tied around it and pain killers were administered. We spent the rest of the night trying to keep scorpions out of the tents and our sleeping bags! Needless to say, we were relieved when day broke. The road on which we had broken down was, we were thrilled to discover, a main road and for Botswana relatively busy. Not that that is saying much! In the entire time that we sat on that road (+30 hours) only 5 cars passed us!

Ted, our safari leader, hitched a lift to the nearest town, the broken wheel under his arm and we were left to wait for his return. We had a rather uncomfortable day with temperatures soaring to above 1030F. Ted arrived back late that night, having hitched a lift from the town in a huge truck. After a struggle to get the wheel back on, we were on our way again. From here we made our way to the Swamps where we changed our form of transport from land rover to canoe.

We spent 3 glorious days here, exploring the huge network of waterways that make up the Okovango. The canoes took the form of dug-out tree stumps (but they were remarkably stable and we didn’t capsize the whole time). They were pushed along by the local tribesmen of the area who used long poles instead of oars. These traditional canoes are called Makuras, incidentally and have been used by the Tswana tribes as a method of transport for hundreds of years. Although they were primitive, they were extremely comfortable. Each held 2 people and 1 pusher.

Being pushed along in this manner is an incredible experience and one which you have to try personally to really appreciate. The makura moves so smoothly over the water’s surface and everything is so quiet and still that you are filled with a deep peace. You just lie back and try to take in the whole atmosphere. Above you, the majestic fish eagle soars and his wild cry fills the whole area, a cry which is appropriately called “the voice of Africa”. It’s all a really amazing experience.

On one such occasion, we were in the canoe, when it suddenly came to a jarring halt. Disturbed from our peaceful slumbers, we looked up at the driver, wondering why we had stopped. The normal complexion of the Tswana tribesman is charcoal black but we were amazed to see that now the driver was as while as a sheet. We looked around for the cause of his terror but could see nothing. The driver then managed to gasp the words “Puku, Puku” and he pointed straight ahead.

There was a huge splash and we could just make out the shape of an enormous crocodile as it submerged and swam under our boat and disappeared into the reeds. The driver then proceeded to get us as far away from this spot as possible in the shortest time imaginable. From that time onwards, we kept our arms well clear of the sides of the canoe.

The water of the Okovango is actually crystal clear and very clean and when we came to a shallow spot, uninhabited by crocodiles, we were able to swim. It was especially enjoyable playing “touch rugby” in the water and we did so with some of the Tswana teenagers of our own age. We didn’t have a rugby ball with us and so used oranges instead – needless to say they became very soft and squelchy after a while!

Anyway, all in all, I had a fantastic time and arrived back home safe and sound only 2 days before Christmas.

I hope you are well and that the awful weather conditions there are improving.

Keep well and God bless.



New birds I saw


Okavango
  • African golden oriole
  • Arnot's chat
  • Arrowmarked babbler
  • Bearded woodpecker
  • Black cuckooshrike
  • Blackchested prinia
  • Blackheaded oriole
  • Broadbilled Roller
  • Burchell's starling
  • Cardinal woodpecker
  • Crested barbet
  • Glossy starling
  • Great White Egret
  • Greater Honeyguide
  • Greybacked bleating warbler
  • Greyhooded Kingfisher
  • Ground Hornbill
  • Hadeda Ibis
  • Hamerkop
  • Hartlaub's babbler
  • Knobbilled duck
  • Lesser honeyguide
  • Lesser Jacana
  • Little Bee-eater
  • Longtailed shrike
  • Longtailed wagtail
  • Marabou stork
  • Meyer's Parrot
  • Pintailed wydach
  • Pygmy Goose
  • Redbacked shrike
  • Redbilled buffal weaver
  • Redbilled helmetshrike
  • Redbilled oxpecker
  • Saddlebilled stork
  • Scarletchested sunbird
  • Wattled Crane
  • Whiteheaded vulture
  • Yellow white eye
  • Yellowbilled oxpecker

Chobe
  • African Green Pigeon
  • Carmine Bee-eater
  • Heuglin's robin
  • Redfaced Mousebird

Savuti
  • Lilacbreasted Roller
  • Redbilled Francolin
  • White helmetshike
  • Woollynecked stork
  • Yellowbilled stork

Victoria Falls
  • Blackcollared barbet
  • Collared palm thrush
  • Golden weaver
  • Gymnogene
  • Namaqua Dove
  • Redbilled Wodhoopoe
  • Rock Pranticole
  • Trumpeter Hornbill
  • Whitefronted bee-eater

Zimbabwe

  • Blackcollared barbet
  • Whitefronted bee-eater
  • Namaqua Dove
  • Gymnogene
  • Trumpeter Hornbill
  • Rock Pranticole
  • Collared palm thrush
  • Golden weaver
  • Redbilled Wodhoopoe

7 November 1987

Natal trip with the family

We went to Midmar Dam and the Drakensberg.


New birds seen

  • African Jacana
  • African pied wagtail
  • African Rail 
  • Black eyed bulbul
  • Black Harrier
  • Black sunbird
  • Blue waxbill
  • Bluebilled Firefinch
  • Bronze mannikin
  • Brownhooded Kingfisher
  • Chinspot batis
  • Chorister robin
  • Ethiopian Snipe
  • Fantailed cisticola
  • Forktailed drongo
  • Goldenbreasted bunting
  • Goliath Heron
  • Greenbacked bleating warbler
  • Greenbacked Heron
  • Groundscaper thrush
  • Lazy cisticola
  • Olive Woodpecker
  • Palmnut Vulture
  • Red eyed bulbul
  • Redwinged Pranticole
  • South African Shelduck
  • Southern black flycatcher
  • Spectacled weaver
  • Stonechat
  • Streakyheaded canary
  • Whitebrowed robin
  • Yelloweyed canary


7 November 1986

My first two years birding in the Cape Provence (South Africa)

During my last couple of years at school, I developed a really strong passion for bird watching.  This was first ignited by Tony Verboom, a very close school friend of mine, who took me off on one of his birding trips. We spent the morning in a local swamp, crawling on our bellies, getting knee deep in mud and thoroughly filthy in our pursuit of lesser spotted thing-a-me-bobs.  And I absolutely loved every minute of it, especially when a beautiful osprey flew over our heads.  From then, I lived and dreamed birds and cycled to the local birding spots every weekend in pursuit of new species (or ticks as we call them) in order to increase my  life list.  I also joined the Cape Town bird club and went on some great hikes with them.

Here are some of the new birds I saw in my first couple of years in the Cape and surrounds.


Rondevlei

  • Avocet
  • Little Bittern
  • Redknobbed Coot
  • Reed Cormorant
  • Burchell's Coucal
  • Black Crake
  • Cape Shoveller
  • Cape Teal
  • Redbilled Teal
  • Yellowbilled Duck
  • Little Egret
  • Yellowbilled egret
  • Purple Gallinule
  • Egyptian Goose
  • Spurwinged Goose
  • Dabchick 
  • Great Crested Grebe
  • African Marsh Harrier
  • Blackcrowned Night Heron
  • Blackheaded heron
  • Grey Heron
  • Purple Heron
  • Sacred Ibis
  • Malachite Kingfisher
  • Pied Kingfisher
  • Moorhen
  • Eastern White Pelican
  • Blacksmith Plover
  • Kittlitz's Plover
  • Ringed Plover
  • Curlew Sandpiper
  • African Spoonbill
  • Blackwinged Stilt
  • Cape reed warbler
  • Cape weaver
  • European sedge warbler


Uilenskraal

  • Bartailed Godwit
  • Kelp Gull
  • Giant Kingfisher
  • Knot
  • Grey Plover
  • Whitefronted plover
  • Ruff
  • Sanderling
  • Little Stint
  • Caspian Tern
  • Sandwich Tern
  • Whimbrel


Devil's Peak

  • Black Eagle


Kirstenbosch

  • Cape batis
  • Sombre bulbul
  • Cape canary
  • Paradise flycatcher
  • Rameron Pigeon
  • Spotted prinia
  • Cape sugarbird
  • Lesser doublecollared sunbird
  • Malachite sunbird
  • Orangebreasted sunbird
  • Alpine Swift


Rietvlei

  • Osprey


Betties Bay

  • Levaillant's cisticola
  • Neddicky
  • Cape rock thrush
  • Ground woodpecker


Cape

  • Cape gannet
  • Cape Bulbul
  • Cape bunting
  • Jackal Buzzard
  • Steppe Buzzard
  • Cape Cormorant
  • black crow
  • Pied crow
  • Water Dikkop
  • Cape Turtle Dove
  • Laughing Dove
  • Redeyed Dove
  • Cattle Egret
  • Greater Flamingo
  • Cape Francolin
  • Greenshank
  • Helmetted Guineafowl
  • Hartlaub's Gull
  • Hoopoe
  • Rock kestrel
  • Blackshouldered kite
  • Orangebreasted longclaw
  • rock martin
  • sand martin
  • Speckled Mousebird
  • Spotted Eagle Owl
  • Feral Pigeon
  • Rock Pigeon
  • Chestnutbanded Plover
  • Crowned Plover
  • Whitenecked raven
  • Cape robin
  • Bokmakierie
  • Southern boubou
  • Fiscal shrike
  • House sparrow
  • Cape sparrow
  • European starling
  • Redwinged starling
  • Little Swift
  • Swift Tern
  • Cape wagtail
  • Cape whiteeye
  • Diederich Cuckoo


Karoo

  • Pririt batis
  • Mountain chat
  • White stork
  • Whitefaced Duck
  • Whitethroated canary
  • Karoo chat
  • Greybacked cisticola
  • Fairy flycather
  • Greater Kestrel
  • Redcapped lark
  • Palewinged starling
  • Cinnamonbreasted warbler
  • Rufouseared warbler

8 September 1986

School Essays

The Beat of the Drum

Detective Rollo was extremely perturbed. He was working on a rather strange case involving twelve people who had mysteriously disappeared, one after the other, over a period of just two weeks. It had taken several days of long hours for him to trace the disappearances but after an almost endless amount of enquiring, he came to a most disturbing conclusion. Every single one of the twelve had been seen signing into Room 113 of the Silver Flag Hotel just before they had disappeared. Rollo realized that the only way to solve the case was to spend a night in the uncanny room.

It was late by the time he arrived. He sat on the low bed which lay beside a huge, ugly cupboard clothed in thick cobwebs. The clock struck midnight and then it suddenly began. He could distinctly hear the continuous beat of a drum which started quietly, picked up temp and rose to a deafening crescendo. The throb began to penetrate into his mind and he felt an icy dizziness creep through him. Clamping his hands over his ears, Rollo staggered over to the cupboard from where the beat seemed to be coming from, like a wounded animal. The moon, shining through the curtains cast eerie shadows over it as he grasped the handle.

It opened with a creak. Rollo, looking into the darkness, screamed in terror as a massive slimy puffy arm reached out and pulled him into the emptiness. He could not breathe as the creature scratched and strangled him. Its breath stank and the yellow teeth gleamed dangerously. Rollo blacked out. It lowered its head down and taking a sucking gasp, bit deep into the detective’s neck. The beat of the drum was no longer audible. The only sound to be heard in the silent room was the crunching as the monster chewed flesh and bones to a fine powder.

Only when every drop of blood had been consumed did it finish its meal. Then with a contented sigh, it stretched out its disgusting limb and after closing the creaking door, lay patiently awaiting its next unwary victim.



The Suffering of World War I

Pete lay crumpled and exhausted in a sticky pool of perspiration and blood in the depths of the gloomy, stinking trench. The hoarse breathing of the other British infantry men continued in a constant pattern as he peered at the eerie shadows cast by the moon. He felt his limbs gradually tighten as the sun began her slow accent into the sky. Dawn was near and another gory day veiled in misery and suffering was about to begin.

The thundering and rumbling of the pounding artillery began as the waves of soldiers increased the tensions on their triggers and clouds of black smoke rose above them. Enemy planes roamed the morning skies and poured bombs onto the allies as they dived down onto the helpless infantry like birds attacking worms on concrete.

Pete crouched quivering like a hunted animal as the continuous thundering of the exploding bombs began to penetrate his terrain and clasping his hands over his head, he wept. The excruciating pain in his wounded chest seemed to increase and as he doubled over, ricocheting bullets tore the earth apart by his side. He completely panicked and using the butt of his gun as a weapon, he shoved his way through the crowds making his way along the trench.

A putrefying body caused Pete to trip and he fell over the stinking carcass. He lay there, not daring to move. The never ending combat continued and within a couple of hours, the battle field was a mass of writhing and suffering injured.

Then it came – silent, greenish yellow oceans of deadly enveloping chlorine gas swirled about the trench and men could soon be seen reeling about and dropping in their tracks.

Pete’s eyeballs began to protrude and he clutched his throat, choking as he ran. He began to vomit with his throat and eyes burning and eventually collapsed into the dirt and blacked out under a mount of carcasses.

Pete was just one of thousands to die that day. So many men lose their lives but to what avail?



Escape from the Germans

I awoke in the early hours with a strong premonition that something was wrong. It wasn’t a noise which had disturbed my sleep, it was the silence.

I could not hear all the familiar sounds which I had come to know so well – prisoners chatting, the lighting of pipes, the commands of German guards and the snoring of those still asleep. This was different. A feeling of freedom surrounded me – a feeling of not being confined between four solid walls and a locked door. I was lying in the country. It was only yesterday that I had escaped from a German Prison of War Camp and my enemies were close on my trail.

Then it came. The fatal sound of hundreds of German military boots trampling the ground towards me. They had caught up. The footsteps came closer and I crouched in my hiding place paralyzed with fear while my pursuers marched on. Soon I could hear their deep, hoarse breathing and realizing that they would find me sooner or later, made a run for it.

The Germans saw me and shots ricocheted from all directions as I dodged through the trees. Exhaustion overcame me and as I stumbled and tripped all the time, the gap between us shortened dramatically. Like a tortured snail, I crawled on. There was no escape. I was doomed. The soldiers were playing with me now. They were so close behind all they had to do was pull the trigger and I would not have had a chance at all but they wanted me to suffer and they were succeeding.

Suddenly a river loomed before me. Water roared down a gulley in the mountain. Looking down into the heaving waters I realized this was my only chance of escape. Plucking up courage I jumped into the swirling current.

Hours later I awoke, my legs in the icy water, my back hunched on a sharp ledge of rock. My head was throbbing and my forehead and legs were covered with dry, caked blood. However I ignored my wounded limbs and head. I had just escaped from the utmost horror – the Germans. I was free.

Strolling along the shore, the silence continued to disturb me. Suddenly I heard an unexpected crack of a rifle and I could feel the deadly impact of a bullet in my stomach. Gasping for breath I fell into the dirt and all went black.

1 January 1986

Birding

In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence. Robert Lynd



I started birding when I was 17 and have been all over the world in pursuit of new species, seeing over 1000 different birds in the wild.  My focus now is much less on adding to my bird life list and more on taking good photos of birds and enjoying their beautiful presence.


Highlights


Bird photos


Birds I have seen in the wild


Places I've photographed birds

Australia

Antarctica & South Georgia


Places I've seen the most new species 


New species by country


New species by year
  • 1986, 115 (South Africa)
  • 1987, 215 (South Africa)
  • 1988, 53 (South Africa)
  • 1989, 13 (South Africa)
  • 1996, 1 (South Africa)
  • 1997, 53 (India, Europe)
  • 1999, 1 (South Africa)
  • 2000, 1 (South Africa)
  • 2001, 84 (Nepal, Africa)
  • 2003, 11 (Europe)
  • 2004, 72 (Australia, UK)
  • 2005, 26 (Canada)
  • 2006, 286 (South America)
  • 2007, 74 (Australia)


Bird quotes 

17 December 1985

Christmas Memories

To be honest, I wasn't always the greatest fan of Dad's video camera that used to come out every Christmas. It made me feel a bit self conscious and "on show". But now, twenty years later, I am so thankful that he took the footage. In so doing, Dad recorded some of the precious family rituals and memories that I hold most dear.

This includes opening of our Christmas presents where we would all sit in the lounge, each with a pile of presents, and open a present, each in turn. Lots of ooohing and aaaahing and thank you's and Gramps always in full force. Dad was always in great form too.

Amongst the special presents, there would also be "funny presents" like Jo's gift of willy warmers (shown here) and Gramps present to dad entitled on the card "For the man who likes a bit on the side." Turned out to be English mustard which he loved.

Another ritual is that each Christmas, we would also meet up with our family friends, the Cullies (Mike, Dorreen, Jane and Wendy) for a deicious Christmas dinner of Turkey and Gammon and all the trimmings. This too is recorded below in a video. 

Precious memories, immortalised thanks to Dad and his video camera.


Opening Christmas presents at home (1986).



Opening Christmas at home (1987)
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Christmas at Epworth Road (Gran and Gramp's place)
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Christmas at the Cullies
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Christmas with the Culleys and Gran and Gramps at Betties Bay
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Christmas 1988.

14 October 1985

Our childhood friends, Jane and Wendy











Special memories

  • Our family Xmas get togethers - the best of memories 
  • Trips to the beach
  • Family camping trips to the sea
  • Kloofing trips - once you jumped, you couldn´t go back
  • Asking Jane to do the Argus on a condom
  • Asking Jane to marry me behind the sofa when I was 6 (she said she would think about it)
  • Crochet in the garden
  • Their Constantia house and lovely pool
  • Sted 9 matric dance with Jane
  • Std 10 matric dance with Wendy
  • Janes matric dance
  • Jane introducing me to Phil Collins and Super Tramp (who I still love)
  • Fun games in the pool (Marco Polo)
  • Gramps entertaining us all
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