After spending the summer of a lifetime backpacking along South Africa‘s incredible Wild Coast I’ve come to learn that there is one specific reason why it was such a memorable holiday. Open spaces. Time and time again we woke up in the morning with a deserted beach greeting us or rolling hills with sparsely dotted Xhosa huts. We’d go hiking and come across no-one, perhaps only a few cows or goats. We’d spend hours on a beach with only a self-timer to take group photos. There was a sense of peace, a feeling that the rest of the world truly doesn’t matter, at least not for the week that you belong to the Wild Coast.
It was a week of inspiration, of writing in a notebook and of spending hours in other’s company without having to say anything. It was a week of wide open spaces.