Melise Etheridge

While living in a frustrating, technological driven, post COVID, unreal world, we tend to focus on surviving till the end of the year, the week, the day or just the next hour, while juggling a thousand tasks on a never ending “priority list”.  It is in moments like these that writers like Hoffman is a breath of fresh air.  It is like stepping out of the chaos, taking a deep breath and looking up to a shooting star moment.  Hoffman’s writings take me back to those childhood tressures of pure down to earth moments.  Thank you Hoffman for embracing...

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Salome Matas

“Hoffman’s writing captures what few of us will ever witness: the heartbeat of the African bush. He travels where few sane men have ever set foot… his tales capturing the slowing pulse of a world on the brink of extinction. Wandering through what remains of the ruthless African wilderness, Hoffman captures its essence, releasing it on paper in all its glory. Like his subject, Hoffman’s work is the last of its kind – an endangered species that can only be salvaged through savoring.” Salome Matas Storyteller – Journalist – Communications Specialist...

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P.A.O. van Zijl

If you seek to read about the intense up-close experiences and observations of a man that ventured into the vast wilderness areas of Africa where no roads or even tracks exist, mostly alone with only the very basic survival equipment, then this is the stuff for you. You will not hear about how well the latest SAT Phone works, or how quick the newest rooftop tent can be erected or even how cold the latest camping fridge keeps the beers. Instead, Hoffman will share with you stories, experiences and observations of life in Africa uncontaminated by technology gadgets and...

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Black Thorn Tress

On a Thorn

Below is an extract from my diary, which I decided to also read for you. Enjoy! It is just before midday. The grass here is patchy and the sun has baked the grey sand to a burn. The veld has become like an oven. The time has come to seek some shade to cool down and have a drink. The only shade is from a few black thorn shrub-trees. At midday their shade is drawn in close and I have to crawl carefully through a tangle of thorny saplings to get to decent cover. I have wiggled myself into...

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