The Art of Creating Dreams

The Art of Creating Dreams

Tell me something, would you like to listen to a story? It was November 1999, and a son asked his Father, ‘Shall we sleep on the terrace, the Leonids are going to put on a show.’ He set up a mattress under the night sky, excited to be up there and see the stars. That...
A lodge is a lodge is a lodge

A lodge is a lodge is a lodge

“Jungle Resort Forsyth is a Lodge not a hotel or resort !” – One of the first things that I was specifically corrected about on arrival at Forsyth was to always refer to it as a ‘lodge’ and not a hotel or resort. You might ask what the difference is and I realize now...

Who spat here?

One of the walks in farms when I was a child, I had noticed some spit on the plants, I had asked a farmer for answers on who spat in his fields early morning, to which he said it is a snake’s spit. Myths such as this varied from farmer to farmer, some said it was spat...