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Oh yeah Here on those slopes of bright velvet green where the wind blows you to the valley between If the world would be a song, South Africa would definitely be the rhythm, the bass and the soul. This place bustles because of it’s history, culture and exciting people. As soon as I stepped out of the plain, I left my daily routine, an agonizing record on repeat, behind me and I submerged myself into the energetic pace of life only known by South Africans. From the party crazy youngsters in Coffee Bay until the amazing wildlife spotting trips in Kruger Park. From pushing myself through envelope size openings in the Cango Caves in Oudtshoorn until drinking at the thriving bars on Long Street, Capetown. From hiking the remote walks in Wilderness until strolling the crowded streets of Durban. It all has an energy that grabbed me and took me on a once in a lifetime "rock and roll" trip that went by in a heartbeat. Oh yeah Even if the day goes and the night take it’s place Your presence gives me a smile on my face If the world would be a song and if South Africa would be the rhythm, bass and soul, Drakensberg Mountains would be the acoustic version of it’s greatest hit. It wasn’t until this place, that I came to know the real South Africa. While I was in the Drakensberg Mountains, I took a horseback trip for several days. When I rode along in this majestic landscape, mountains covered in the greenest grass around, all I experienced was silence. It’s a great place to unwind and think of your life and your goals. One evening, when I stayed on the South African side of the Sani Pass, I met this South African guy. He was about twenty five years old and he was traveling with his five years old son. We sat around a camp fire, while the moon lit a valley beneath us, where some outdoor lights of farm acted like stars, where cows lay in their fields and where a river found his way towards the ocean. A true prima vista. The South African guy looked down into the valley and told me that he and his son came to this mountain area every summer to visit the boy’s mother. This year was their third trip. I asked if they already seen her, or they were heading her way now. He smiled and nodded. He then picked up his guitar and played a song he wrote. A song for her.