A Parallel Universe
I have to admit that I am as close to a Dinosaur as one can be. My bones creak and my attitudes to life have been shaped by a time that appears to be long gone. In my day, before the era of a phone in a pocket, there was a certain etiquette that went along with the telephone. No calls after 8pm, no calls during meal times and a call was a private affair not listened to, by all and sundry. I remember a story of a relative, a surly farmer who, when technology reached his farm, had a telephone installed. However, as he did not fancy the idea of an intrusive device, had his telephone installed in the barn. His reasoning was that when he needed it he would go and use it, but he certainly didn’t want it intruding on his life. Fast forward to 2022 and this etiquette that made life and technology quite tolerable, has just disappeared in a cloud of smoke. On the road for the first time, forging our way North towards Namibia we landed in Upington at a beautiful lodge on the banks of the Or...