A Weekend of Surprises, Culture, and Turbine Obsession

So, I recently had the pleasure of visiting East London for the first time—well, it wasn’t exactly for a vacation, but who knew a weekend of supporting a friend through tough times would become one of my life’s most enriching experiences? Who knew I’d come back with stories that include wind turbines, a hill that could be mistaken for a Marvel villain, and an overwhelming appreciation for the Xhosa culture. The 25-year-old me would have never appreciated this trip the same way. 

The trip started with the usual nerves and excitement of traveling to an unfamiliar place, especially when your GPS is as confused as you are about where you’re going.(blaming it on perimenopause LOL.)  I must admit, though, the landscape was out of this world. I mean, if I could just pack up the scenery and take it home, I would. 

While we were there to support our friend, I couldn’t help but be genuinely excited to experience East London and the surrounding areas. This place had me hooked from the get-go. The countryside, the people, the food… It was like a slow-motion Instagram reel, only in real life. And yes, you’ll hear me mention food a lot in this post, because when you’re in the village, saying “no” to food is seen as rude. So, naturally, I ate like I was training for a competitive eating contest. No complaints here, though!

Engcobo: A Village Full of History

After a long, misty drive from East London airport, we reached Engcobo our home base for the weekend. If you don’t know about Engcobo, well, let me just tell you this; it’s immersed in history. Did I mention that our former president, Nelson Mandela, went to high school here? Yep, Mandela himself walked the same dusty roads as we did. Not to sound dramatic, but I felt like I was in the presence of greatness, no big deal, right? Don’t mind me, am just being silly 😆.

Engcobo, which is a Xhosa term meaning “a green place next to a stream,” turned out to be an oasis of warmth, community, and history. We were welcomed with so much love; I was half-expecting them to hand me a crown and tell me to sit on a throne. Thank you, Nandi, for making us feel like royalty, and your parents for the hospitality that made my heart and stomach overflow with joy. We also frequented the village called Tsomo, that’s where we were supporting our friend- Pumza. Well, this part of experience, no words would even come close to explaining. All I can tell you is that it was adventurers, mixed emotions and we laughed a whole lot. We ate lots of fresh mealies from the lovely ladies on the side of the road : straight from the farms into our tummies. 😃. Organic at its best. The roads to Tsomo were tough, I am glad we had someone driving us around, thanks Xolani. You were a trooper. Much love.

Experiencing Xhosa Culture and Hospitality

Now, let me tell you about the Xhosa people. They are the definition of warmth. Like, forget your standard “welcome” mat, they practically roll out a red carpet for you. But there’s a little catch saying “no” to food is considered an insult. So guess what? I ate. A lot. And let me just say, if you ever find yourself in a Xhosa home, be ready to eat like it’s your last meal on Earth. I wasn’t complaining, though. At all. Just don’t expect to be hungry for the next 48 hours.

The hospitality was so genuine, it made me realize just how much my 25-year-old self might’ve missed out on if I’d visited a few years ago. It’s like I’m seeing the world with new eyes; eyes that are much more appreciative, well-fed, and possibly slightly bloated.

Wonders Along the Way: Wind Turbines and Natural Beauty

There were wonders along the way; natural beauty and my other obsession; wind turbines.

I have a confession to make: I’m obsessed with wind turbines. Don’t ask me why, but I just find them fascinating. Maybe it’s the sheer size, or the fact that they look like giant metallic creatures doing their best to save the planet. Whatever it is, I couldn’t help but geek (if that’s even a word) out when we spotted a whole line of wind turbines along our route. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning, except instead of unwrapping presents, I was pointing at these windmills and shouting, “Look at them go!” (I know, I’m weird. But it’s a harmless obsession, right?). I also discovered that my friend Nandi find the turbines scary, I know right!. I told her she watches too many movies. She says they look like a giant spider ready to sallow her. Amazing how as humans we see things differently.

Also, the scenery in the area; Breathtaking. I think I spent most of the rides either staring out the window or taking pictures like a tourist. And trust me, no one likes to see that tourist selfie face more than I do.

Unique Sights: Ngqwarhu Hills and ‘Amabele We Ntombi’

Okay, this is one of the most interesting things I saw. Picture this; giant mountains shaped like, well, women’s breasts. Yup, you read that right. The locals call them “amabele we ntombi” (which is Xhosa for “girls’ breasts”), but officially they’re called the Ngqwarhu Hills. Talk about a sight to behold, right?

The coolest part? The locals actually petitioned to have these hills recognized as one of the official wonders of the world. And I totally get it they’re THAT stunning. I can’t even begin to describe how surreal it was to see this natural beauty up close. And no, I wasn’t taking pictures from inappropriate angles. I’m not that tourist. hehehehe

The Pride of Village Life

What really struck me about Engcobo, and rural villages we drove pass, is the incredible pride people take in their homes and land. The houses(compounds)? Beautifully built. The yards? Immaculate. The colors? Bright enough to make you think you’ve stepped into a rainbow. It was like the villages had a secret competition for “Best-Dressed Yard,” and they were all winning. I was seriously impressed by how well-maintained everything was, and let me tell you, the pride in their work was palpable.

The livestock, the gardens, the homes—they’re all part of the community’s heartbeat, and you could feel it in the air. It’s a way of life that reflects respect for the land and each other.

Wedding Bells: Don’t Forget the Dance Moves

As if the weekend couldn’t get any more exciting, we scored an invitation to a traditional Xhosa wedding in September. Yes, you read that right. I’m now on the guest list for a Xhosa wedding, and I’m already planning my outfit (because let’s be honest, that’s half the fun). Can’t wait to share all the details with you once I’ve survived the food, music and probably too many hugs. 🤗

Wrapping Up: A Weekend I’ll Never Forget

This trip to East London, despite the sad occasion, turned out to be an eye-opening, culture-filled, and downright fun adventure. Including some weird things that happened to me and Nthabi, which cannot be discussed here. (on this one we keep what happened in East London to stay in East London) LOL The landscape, the people, the experiences, everything about this place was a gift. Pity there was no time to put on my hiking boots and climb the mountains; hopefully next time I will have time. I left with a full heart, and fuller stomach.

Until next time Fabtastic People

Moira(Air Force 1)

Ah, Van Gaalen, how I’ve missed you. It’s been ages since I last laced up my hiking boots and trekked those familiar paths, but there I was, back at it again. As I stood there, soaking in the fresh air, it hit me—wow, they’ve actually changed things around a bit! Gotta love when property owners take the time to revamp their spaces so regulars like me don’t get bored with the same old thing. Thank you, Van Gaalen, for keeping it fresh.🤩

But let’s be real, this hike wasn’t all about nature and scenery. Oh no, we had a co-hiker with us: my friend’s son, who—bless his heart—was in for quite the experience. The poor guy was dragged out of bed at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning to hang with us. His idea of a weekend? Not exactly mid-life crisis storytelling with three women who were complaining about lack of sleep and every joint hurting from, you know, just existing. You could see the confusion in his eyes: Why am I here again?

Off we went for a quick 10km hike, which I use the term “quick” loosely. There were no hills, no gruelling hills—just a flat, breezy path to stretch our legs. As much as I’m into hiking for the challenge, this was more of a leisurely stroll. But hey, it wasn’t about the physical effort; it was about… well, the thoughts that came flooding in, catching and releasing, lighting the adulting load.

By the time we reached the end of the trail, the storm clouds started rolling in, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was a metaphor for life. Life, much like the weather, can change at any moment—sunny one minute, stormy the next. I started thinking about how important it is to make time for me. Like, for real time is precious, my fabtastic people. I realized that my time is my airtime, and I have the right to choose how I use it. It’s not about letting life just happen to you; it’s about being intentional with what you give your energy to.

In the end, we had a lovely “catch-and-release” experience in nature—no fish involved, but plenty of deep thoughts, lol, and “I’m getting too old for this” moments. And as for my friend’s son? Well, I think he survived the trauma of hearing about the good ol’ days and our midlife reflections. But hey, that’s what hiking with us are about, right? Getting out there, enjoying the views, and occasionally boring the younger generation with tales of creaky knees and “back in my day” stories.

Until next time Fabtastic People.

Moira (AirForce 1)

No Mercy, Just Views and Adventure

If you’re looking for a hiking experience that doesn’t allow you a single moment to catch your breath, the Iron Throne Trail in Hartebeespoort is calling your name. The trail is short—only 6.5 kilometres—but it’s anything but easy.

The first 4.5 kilometres? Pure torture😩. The trail takes you from zero to 100 without hesitation, with the steep climb making every step feel like you’re dragging your body up a mountain. It’s the kind of challenge where you feel like you’re climbing a never-ending hill. The great conversations were destructive. Every time you think you’re done; you turn a corner and realize you’re only getting higher. The only time you can catch your breath is for a few seconds as you round that corner, gearing up for more.

Despite the gruelling nature of the trail, I loved how it pushed my limits. The hike was a true test of endurance. I’m not exaggerating when I say my thighs were sore the next day—it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that level of burn.

What makes this trail even more bearable, though, is the shade that accompanies the climb. It’s shaded for most of the route, which is a small mercy in this brutally tough climb.

We completed the trail in almost three hours—about three times longer than our usual pace for a 6.5 km hike. But, hey, that’s what happens when the hike feels more like a 10 km struggle! 😅

But let’s talk about the views! Once you start to ascend (English🤣), the scenery changes with every step. The higher you climb, the better the panoramic 360-degree views of Hartebeespoort (or “Harties” as we call it). It’s a breathtaking sight, and if you can manage to drag your exhausted body to the top, it’s totally worth it.

Iron Throne is not just about the hike; it’s part of a larger adventure park that offers a variety of activities. From cable cars that swoop up and down as you hike, to mountain biking and an obstacle course, there’s something for everyone. I loved the sight of those cable cars gliding by, adding an extra touch of excitement as I trudged along.

Once you make it to the top, the setup is nothing short of impressive. There are plenty of seating areas, Lapas, and restaurants where you can relax, take in the views, and marvel at your achievement. I’ll admit, the temptation to take the cable car down was strong—so strong that I gave in last time. But this time, we were wise enough to not linger too long at the top before we started our descent. After all, going down is the easy part!

So, if you’re looking for a trail that tests your strength, pushes your limits, and offers amazing views in return, the Iron Throne Trail is definitely worth the challenge. Just don’t expect mercy—this trail means business.

Until next time Fabtastic People

Air-Force1 out: MoiraBottom of Form

Reflection time

Spontaneous hike it was, what a nice way to start the year!  I was minding my own business not even thinking about hiking any time soon. A friend of mine called me late Friday and said lets go hike.  I quickly said yes, say no more, where are we going.  Tossed a few names around and we finally decided on Kings Kloof. It was exciting for me because I hadn’t been to this hiking trail, two times I missed out when my crew were hiking on this trail.  I don’t know about you, but after hours of staring at office emails, typing kind regards, happy holidays when other people are on leave; my body was more than ready for something a little more… revitalising/refreshing.

Kings Kloof immediately went straight to my top favourite hiking trails. It is close by, yet it feels like you have left Gauteng.  We hiked 12km trail, easy and moderate. The property has multiple trail options, ranging from 6km to 21. I am looking forward to going back to hike 21km. I quicky forgot about the kind regards as soon as we started hiking. The air was cool and fresh, the ground a little damp, and the landscape… wow. The plants were so green and lush, it felt like I had walked into a different world. Every corner of the trail seemed like a new shade of green – it looked like someone sprayed the plants, they were so green and shiny. The whole experience was cinematic and had nice dramatic feel to it. But let’s talk about the trail’s real magic – the unexpected surprises. The first one that hit me was the gentle sound of water trickling in the distance. As we followed the trail, the sound grew louder, until we were greeted by a beautiful, serene stream weaving its way through the forest. We briefly quietly sat by the water stream and listened to the soothing sound of the stream. The water was crystal clear, gurgling over smooth rocks as if it was happily going about its business, unaware that it had just stolen the show. But the best surprise for me was A waterfall. Yes, a hidden gem tucked into the woods. It wasn’t one of those dramatic, roaring waterfalls but it was flowing so nicely, you could hear the sound coming around the corner.

 Anyone who hikes will tell you the best weather to be hiking is when is, not raining, not cold, not hot, just perfect. The rain had been playing peek-a-boo with the clouds, and let me tell you, it was magical, fabtastic. I am emphasizing on the gorgeous weather because I was reflecting on how just few weeks before this persistent rain, it was so hot in Gauteng. Plants were brown, it was dusty and horrible. Yet the few weeks of rain had changed all that into the opposite. It made me think of how the same applies to human life. 😊 Today can be a bad day and tomorrow turns around to be the best month or year of your life.

The kind of peace that come from being fully immersed in nature, away from distractions is priceless. It’s easy to forget how much we need that recharge, that reflection, that moment to step out of our bubble and just exist in the simplicity of it all.

So, yeah. If you haven’t hiked Kings Kloof, I would highly recommend it. You’ll come back feeling a little less “busy” and a whole lot more “alive.”

Until next time Fabtastic People.

Air Force1 signing out(Moira)