South Africa - A Beginning

I arrived without a map for understanding.
Only the light — heavier than expected — and a sense of distance that could not be measured.

Nothing here asks to be explained quickly.
The land resists summary.
It does not perform. It waits.

At first, everything felt slightly out of reach.
The air. The scale. How time slows between movements.
Even silence feels different — not empty, but weighted, as if holding something back.

I learned early to slow down.
To walk without looking for meaning in every detail.
To accept that some places do not offer themselves; they allow presence, and little else.

What stayed with me most was not a view, but a tension.
Between beauty and unease.
Between stillness and history.
Between being welcomed by the land and reminded, quietly, that I am only passing through.

This journal begins here.
Not as a record of places seen, but as an attempt to stay with what remains unresolved —
to walk slowly enough for the landscape to speak in its own time.