by Pamela Whitby | Oct 6, 2017 | Stories
The week started with a bang. On Monday, the EyeforTravel WhatsApp group started pinging madly. Mostly I annoy people by ignoring WhatsApp, but this activity seemed unusual. It was, I soon realised. The news of the crazy, incomprehensible, senseless shooting in Las...
by Pamela Whitby | Jul 6, 2017 | Stories
‘Matatiele’: When I entered this Basotho word, which roughly translated means ‘the ducks have flown’, into Google last week, I was curious. How would, or even could, Google portray this place of beloved and vividly remembered childhood holidays? Top of search was...
by Pamela Whitby | Jan 14, 2016 | Stories
“Darling, why not phone them now and say we will ring them when we get to Nairobi. Tell them Mummy wants to take them to Carnivore tomorrow night.” Carnivore, this slightly overweight, posh Brit tells her public school looking teenagers, is a restaurant. As I’m...
by Pamela Whitby | Nov 13, 2015 | Stories
Keep Calm Pamela. This is the message on the key ring given to me last Saturday morning by my friend, the mother of my daughter’s friend of nearly 15 years. The best friend is organising a surprise birthday party and I’m dropping my son off at hers so that we can...
by Pamela Whitby | Sep 6, 2014 | Stories
My interview yesterday morning, which revolved around the state of education in South Africa, started with a greeting in a language I did not understand. At least I think it was a greeting. Maybe he thought that as a South African born journalist living in London, who...
by Pamela Whitby | Jun 13, 2014 | Stories
“Art is art. That’s how it is in our household. No way would any of us ever download free music or films. Absolutely no way!” It was an emphatic response to the question I’d put to the crowd at coffee last Friday: “How would you feel if your children were downloading...
