Johannesburg is the city of my heart. I can’t simply write about it like I would write about travelling to any other city: It is the city of my childhood and of my memories.
Many have called Cape Town one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Looking around at the dark mountains, blue seas and white, crescent beaches, we could see why.
Staying at Marloth Park, we had frequent visitors to our lodge. Zebra and warthogs hung around during the day, kudu popped by for dinner, and bushbabies appeared later, then faded into the night.
Bright lights, big cities, endless adventures
Wanderlust starts here
Roads were made for journeys, not destinations
Lifelong memories from beautiful places
Our whirlwind visit includes unexpected meals in Munich, a visit to a concentration camp and, of course, seeing that famous castle