When You Can’t Travel Far, Travel Deep

There was a time when travel meant airports, passports, departure gates. It meant the anticipation of somewhere unknown and the quiet excitement of stepping into a different world. Today, travel often begins with something much simpler: the turn of a key in an old Mercedes-Benz, the sound of its engine settling into rhythm, and a short drive down familiar streets in Pretoria.

Over the past decade, distance has not always been available to us. Rising living costs, the realities of working remotely in South Africa, and the limitations of an aging vehicle have meant that long journeys have often remained out of reach. Apart from my work on an oilfield in Iraq and a brief visit to Ajman in the United Arab Emirates, most of our travel has unfolded within a much smaller radius.

And yet, within that radius, life has quietly continued to offer places worth discovering.

Travel, I have learned, is not always about distance. Sometimes it is about depth.

Camel-riding on Ajman beach, Ajman, UAE

Camel-riding, Ajman, 2018

Pretoria Boeremark (Farmers Market): where continuity begins before sunrise

Some of our most meaningful journeys begin in darkness, long before the city fully wakes, at the Pretoria Boeremark.

The Boeremark is widely regarded as one of Pretoria’s most beloved farmers markets, known for its early morning hours, traditional farm foods, and strong community atmosphere. Rooted deeply in Afrikaner agricultural heritage, it represents continuity with a slower, older rhythm of life.

Arriving between 5 and 6 in the morning, you immediately notice the smell of wood fires and fresh coffee cutting through the cold air. Vendors prepare food in quiet concentration. People greet one another with familiarity. The market is alive, but not chaotic—busy in a way that feels purposeful and grounded.

We walk past stalls selling vetkoek filled with mince, pannekoek dusted with cinnamon sugar, sosaties grilled over open flames, farm breads, fresh cheeses, pap and kaiings, rusks, kombucha drinks, cappuccinos, and homemade desserts. There are even international touches—Asian dishes, Indian foods, and Russian treats—quiet reminders of how the world intersects in unexpected places.

Standing there, holding a warm coffee while the sun begins its slow rise, you feel something rare: continuity. Stability. The quiet reassurance that life continues forward.

Cinnamon sticks, Pretoria Boeremark

Henry (me) and Ansu (my wife) at the Boeremark

vetkoek stall at the Boeremark

'Blikbekers' (tin cups) for sale

Spices

Safari Garden Centre: a sanctuary hidden in plain sight

Another place that offers quiet restoration is the Safari Garden Centre, located in Pretoria East.

More than a commercial nursery, it functions as a living ecosystem. Indigenous plants, tall trees, and carefully designed walkways create a space where nature reasserts its presence. Small waterfalls provide constant background sound. Birds move freely overhead.

Two tame parrots, Anna and Jason, have become part of the centre’s identity, calmly observing visitors and occasionally engaging with them.

Garden centres like this exist not just to sell plants, but to preserve small pockets of ecological calm within urban environments. They offer psychological relief as much as horticultural value.

We usually keep things simple there. A soft serve ice cream. A slow walk. No urgency.

It is enough.

Ansu and I at Safari Garden centre

Jason, one of the parrots that one can engage with at Safari

Elephant statue at safari

Tuckshop where one can buy soft serve ice-cream

Jason and I at Safari

Afro-Boer: where heritage and calm still exist

The Afro-Boer Restaurant, established in 2013 in Lynnwood, has become one of Pretoria’s most respected baker’s cafés. It has received national recognition for preserving and modernizing traditional Afrikaner culinary heritage while creating a peaceful farm-style environment.

Its outdoor seating, surrounded by gardens and open space, creates a natural sense of calm. Chickens walk freely between tables. Meals unfold slowly.

Traditional dishes like the Boereboepie breakfast reflect South Africa’s agricultural roots—simple, nourishing, and grounded.

Afro-Boer reminds you that heritage is not something abstract. It lives in spaces, in food, and in quiet environments where time slows down.

Enjoying Herbal tea from Malawi at Afroboer restaurant

Afroboer main restaurant

Garden section

Cullinan: distance measured in atmosphere, not kilometers

Before losing my Toyota Corolla in 2016, we were able to travel further to Cullinan, a historic mining town east of Pretoria.

Cullinan is internationally known as the site where the Cullinan Diamond—the largest gem-quality diamond ever discovered—was found in 1905. Today, the town preserves its mining heritage through museums, architecture, and tourism districts.

We visited pancake restaurants serving milk tart-filled pancakes, walked through historic streets, and spent time in Stavros’ Greek restaurant, where hospitality felt genuine and unforced.

Cullinan was not far geographically. But psychologically, it created distance from routine.

Distance enough to breathe differently.

Ansu enjoying ice-cream in the tourist section of Cullinan

Greek restaurant, owned by Stavros, in the tourist section of Cullinan

Ansu at Pancake restaurant in Cullinan with my red Toyota in the background

Restaurant and coffee bar in tourist section of Cullinan

Stavros' blind cat

Sooper Eats: stability through consistency

Closer to home, Sooper Eats has become part of our regular rhythm.

Run by Mark, whose hospitality defines the environment, it offers something simple but powerful: reliability.

The meals—steak, burgers, pasta, lasagna, oven-baked pizzas—are clean, affordable, and consistent. Mark greets guests warmly, creating an environment where you feel recognized and welcome.

Consistency, over time, becomes stability.

And stability becomes its own form of travel—movement not through geography, but through continuity.

Bicycle as interior decoration feature inside Sooper Restaurant. Mark, the owner loves cycling.

Outside seating area

One of many cappuccinos we have enjoyed at Sooper 

Fig Cheesecake

Ansu and I enjoying the afternoon out at Sooper

Pretoria National Botanical Gardens: an urban oasis

Just two kilometers from our home lie the Pretoria National Botanical Gardens, a 76-hectare conservation area established in 1946 and now managed by the South African National Biodiversity Institute.

The gardens serve both scientific and public purposes, preserving indigenous plant ecosystems while providing accessible natural environments within the city.

After teaching online for hours in my small Nutec garden office, I drive there and walk along the designated trails. These paths move through grasslands, indigenous forest areas, and quiet ecological corridors.

There is no urgency there.

No deadlines.

No screens.

These walks restore balance. They create separation between work and life. They remind me that life exists beyond productivity.

Giant metal insect mounted on a tree near the entrance

One of the many animal residents of the garden

Morning Garden picnic

walking trail scenery

Spring time

Out on a walk at the Botanical Gardens

The view of Silverton from the hill on one of the walking trails

Sunset view from the Deck Restaurant in the Botanical Gardens

Dry allow during winter

Teaching and traveling simultaneously

Most evenings, I teach English online from my small garden office.

Through my students, I travel mentally across continents. I speak with people living in Russia, Serbia, Poland, Portugal, Cyprus, Turkey, Germany, the Netherlands, Austria, the United Kingdom, the United States, Kazakhstan, Thailand, Japan, Malaysia, Croatia, Montenegro, Mauritius, and the Maldives.

Through their stories, I imagine their cities, their winters, their coastlines.

Travel continues—not physically, but mentally.

Each lesson becomes a small journey.

Our kitty, Klouye, constant companion and adventure seeker

Our garden, for exercise and calm

Klein Kariba: a true bushveld retreat

One of the few places that truly felt like physical travel again was ATKV Klein Kariba, located in the Waterberg region near Bela-Bela.

Nestled within bushveld hills and natural landscapes, the resort offers nature trails, accommodation, and recreational facilities designed to create rest and immersion in nature.

The air feels different there. The pace slows naturally.

But reaching it required patience. The old Mercedes sometimes overheated. We stopped. Waited. Continued.

Each kilometer carried meaning.

Travel became an act of perseverance.

Njala, some of the wildlife at Klein Kariba

Main lake at entrance

Restaurant at Klein Kariba

Restaurant and views of lake and waterfall

Recreational lake at the entrance

Coffee, sunset drives, and small dignities

Sometimes travel is nothing more than coffee at Plato.

Sometimes it is a sunset drive.

Sometimes it is simply continuing forward.

In South Africa, where many face profound hardship, even stability becomes meaningful.

Enjoying a Plato Coffee Freezo on one of our afternoon drives 

Colbyn Gholf range where we enjoyed many outings

Ansu enjoying a break at Lynnridge mall

Out for a walk in Silverton, where I live, during Covid

Trying on a new hat during a shopping trip

Old tractor on display at Farm Inn which we frequented until it closed

Donkey car at Farm Inn

Traveling deep

Travel is not only distance.
It is attention. It is awareness. It is the willingness to remain open to meaning, even when circumstances feel small.
There was a time when I believed that movement across borders was the only true form of travel. That progress was measured in miles, flights, and new countries stamped into a passport. But life has taught me something quieter, and perhaps more enduring.
Travel is also the early morning at the Boeremark, standing among strangers who somehow feel familiar. It is the silence of the Botanical Gardens after a long day of teaching, where the mind settles and the noise of the world fades. It is the sound of an aging engine that still starts, still carries you forward, still provides just enough.
It is the privilege of speaking with students scattered across the globe, hearing their lives unfold in distant cities while sitting in a small office in Pretoria. It is discovering that the world can reach you, even when you cannot reach it.
There have been moments of frustration. Moments of limitation. Moments when the horizon felt closed.
But there has also been provision.
There has been stability when instability seemed certain. There has been meaningful work when uncertainty loomed. There has been quiet guidance when the path forward was unclear.
And in those moments, I have come to understand something that no airport departure board could teach me.
Travel is not only about going somewhere else.
It is about seeing where you are more clearly.
It is about learning to recognize the dignity of ordinary days. The quiet beauty of familiar places. The grace that exists within limitation.
When you cannot travel far, you learn to travel deep.
And when you travel deep enough, you discover that you were never truly standing still.
You were always moving—quietly, faithfully, and exactly where you were meant to be.

- Soli Deo Gloria -

Working and living on an oilfield in Iraq

Managing an English Training Program 

PetroChina, Halfaya Oilfield

Iraq 2018

Out of the blue, one lazy Sunday afternoon in June 2018, I was approached by a training company in the UAE, who was looking for English teachers for a training project at the PetroChina, Halfaya oilfield, based in Iraq. At that point, we've been without a permanent source of income, since our return from Saudi in 2015, and I decided to humor the recruiter. I was initially recruited as a teacher, but later on, PetroChina changed the requirement for teaching at the location, that a teacher needed to be able to speak Arabic in addition to English, so I was excluded. The company, Haward Technologies Middle East then decided to make me the program administrator. 

In early September after months of visa applications, I was invited to Ajman in the UAE, to meet with Haward management, to consult with them on how to set up an ELT program, as their expertise was limited to Technical training in the Oil and Gas industry.  In early September I flew to Dubai to meet with Haward. I advised them on how to set the program up, with regards to curriculum, lesson materials, timeframes, etc. I flew back to South Africa, a fortnight later expecting mobilization to Iraq to be conducted speedily. However, with a new Iraqi government being voted in, visas became a nightmare for oil and petroleum companies to procure. The result was that I had to manage the ELT program remotely, via email and conference calling from South Africa for 6 weeks before I could get a visa to fly to Iraq. 

To cut a long story short, on the 20^th of October, 2018, I was on a plane headed for Dubai, from where I would first take a connection flight to Basrah in Iraq, and then be flown on the PetroChina chartered Gulfstream jet to Halfaya oilfield's own airfield. I would never set foot out of Halfaya oilfield again for the next 7 weeks. I was actually supposed to rotate every 4 weeks, but due to the same visa issues mentioned earlier, I eventually remained 7 weeks on the base without any breaks. There was a medical doctor on base who have been stuck on base for 17 weeks due to visa issues, so I consider myself fortunate. The reality of living on an oilfield base, and working 7 days a week, with the added security risks, as well as not being able to venture into Iraqi society and get a mental break from the monotony that can only be found on an oilfield base, can cause severe anxiety and strain on even the strongest of men.

Read more here...

At the OCC gate of the PetroChina Halfaya oilfield Basecamp

Training Centre

The Training Centre was not located in the Accommodation section of the Base Camp itself, but about 1km from the OCC gate. It's close to all the warehouses and other support services. We either got a ride in the training center truck that came to fetch us, or we cycled the distance between the Base Camp and the Training Centre. I made sure I got myself a bicycle to have independent transport to work and back. It was autumn, and one had to endure a chilly breeze in the morning cycling to work and back. Haward provided money so we could purchase brand new mountain bikes for the teachers who preferred having bicycles. Some teachers, due to health reasons could not use bikes and had to rely on our driver, Mustaffa, or one of the trainee buses in the morning to come and fetch them at the Base camp gate. Needless to say that transportation was almost a daily challenge for those who had to make use of training Centre transportation.  

I had my own office, but the trainers had an open office set-up. We had some challenges with a lack of teaching materials and resources, due to import issues, but we adapted and used online sources or copied materials, which PetroChina graciously assisted us with until books could be cleared by customs. The Training Centre has modern facilities with the right teaching tech tools to provide proper instruction. However, tech support sometimes lacked and we had to improvise. Trainers had the use of interactive whiteboards in their classrooms and the Cutting Edge interactive software, which matched the course books and levels, we later on purchased, made teaching much more interactive and effective, as it engaged trainees more and forced a more task-based communicative approach. 

The staff entrance to the training center on the left... and the courtyard where we parked our bikes 

Training center staff lounge

Trainees

The Iraqi trainees were there around 8 am after being driven to the oilfield in buses through many security checkpoints. The classes started around 8:30. We had two batches of trainees that rotated every 2 weeks. Batch 1, comprising of around 75 Iraqi trainees would undergo training for a two week period and then it would rotate with the second batch of students who would then receive two weeks of instruction. The trainers or teachers did not rotate, as was planned, and some got stuck there for 10 week periods, waiting for exit visas, still training the trainees seven days per week without breaks. The morning session consisted of four 45 minute sessions of General English. The trainees could then enjoy lunch at the Training center cafeteria for an hour, after which they received another 3 sessions of instruction in Technical English.

The trainees were all graduates in their respective engineering fields. They were employed by PetroChina, and as part of their employment conditions, they were to receive training in the Oil and gas industry. Before the technical training, they had to undergo a foundation phase of language training, which will serve as the basis for the technical training they were to receive in English. Most of the students were male, but to my surprise, we also had seven female trainees, who were even more motivated than their male counterparts. I taught in Saudi and Oman, and I expected similar cultural gender divisions, but to my surprise, it was quite different. The females did not have to wear Abayas. The female trainees did, however, sit together in class and ate together during lunch,  but strict gender separation was not forced, merely a convenience.

The trainees were divided into 3 levels: Starter, A1 (Elementary) and A2 (Pre-intermediate) and each trainer received their own group of trainees of the same level. For the next two weeks, that group received level appropriate General and Technical English from that particular trainer, which ensured rapport building. If the schedule allowed it, I preferred that a trainer stuck to teach that particular level to all the groups he had to instruct across the two batches, so that preparation time would be limited and that he would become an expert at teaching that level. Trainers were teaching 7 days a week for 8 hours, so preparation had to occur in the evenings, so I tried to lessen their load by allowing them to repeat teaching one course to different groups.

Some of the A1 level students during class

Some of the A2 level students during class

Mohamed, one of the A2 level students in Robin's class

Trainers

The Trainers came mostly from Egypt as the client requested that they should be able to communicate in Arabic too, in order to help students more. This went against my principles of immersion, not allowing L1 in the class, but immersing the students in the language they need to learn. This means employing native speakers, but the client's request prevailed, so I had no choice in the matter. I did have its advantages as well. Robin Warner later joined the team, so at least there was one South African, and one Brit to give the trainees an alternative cultural experience.

Magdy Iskandar, one of the instructors

One of the trainers got ill, so I stood in for a couple of days

Robin Warner, one of the trainers, from the UK giving a lesson

Living on Halfaya Oilfield Base Camp

Halfaya Base Camp at dusk

Base camp scenery

It was like stepping into 'China Town', with a distinct modern Chinese architectural style right down to the furnishings. I taught in China for 3 years, and it was like stepping back into that part of my life again. The grounds had a more Middle Eastern feel to it, with palm trees and other plant life that reminded me of my teaching experiences in Oman and Saudi Arabia. One may describe it as an Arab-Chinese blend of surroundings and people. Most PetroChina employees were obviously Chinese, who seemed to prefer to keep separate from the rest, a mix of Arabs from a conglomerate of Arab countries who find themselves in the oil and gas industry. 

The Chinese group kept mostly to themselves since I think language barriers prevented them to communicate freely. The fact that there were 2 separate canteens, one for the Chinese and one of the Arabs, reinforced the idea of Apartheid. Base camp gossip furthermore strengthened this idea. Apparently, a directive from management was given to all Chinese employees not to encourage inter-race socialization. They were to keep themselves to themselves. Personally, I found that, whenever I attempted to interact with the Chinese, they reciprocated. The Arab mix conflagrated together in a much more emotional and excitable atmosphere in the Arab canteen where the talking and interaction were much more lively,  as was the spicy food that was on offer in the buffet.

Having worked in both regions for prolonged periods, I could identify elements of both, and it was an interesting social experiment, as to which group I would identify with most. Yes, there were the odd Europeans, American, Brits, and even 3 other South Africans......., and believe it or not, even women, but the major groups were the Chinese and the Arabs. The Arabs, being much more expressive, friendly and loud, whereas the Chinese, as the food in the Chinese canteen, had a much more 'bland' and 'colorful' approach to work and life and the base camp. One might even say, you had the left brain mathematical, devoid of emotion approach of the Chinese, pitched against the right brain emotive and outgoing approach of the Arabs. If you wanted company you would go to the Arab canteen for lively conversation, stories, and laughter, whereas if you wanted a peaceful and quiet escape from the rigors of work, your best option was probably the Chinese canteen, where quiet conversation was overtaken by news events on the big screen TV.

I walked or cycled this stretch frequently to have my 3 meals a day

It was usually foggy in the mornings

Sunny days were actually quite beautiful

The main road adjacent to the living compound

Driving with Mustaffa to the airfield to pick up a new arrival

The logistics warehouse entrance

Marsland in the base - After rains, the water don't subside

Posing near the OCC building - after lunch

Base camp facilities

The Base Camp is ultra modern and had very good facilities. The sports facilities, in particular, was Olympic standard, with an indoor pool (Which I never saw, as I was not a PetroChina employee, but a sub-contractor), an indoor gym with Table Tennis tables, badminton courts, and basketball court. I only had time to play badminton once during my stay, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. The accommodation rooms are not particularly inviting, so most guys gravitate towards doing as much sport as possible, to avoid their rooms.

Apart from the sports facilities, there are two canteens catering for Arab and Chinese taste buds, and a clinic (also only for PetroChina staff). After 6 weeks I got severe Hypertension and was refused medical care. When I requested an armed escort to a hospital in nearby Amarah, I was refused that too. This is another story for another blog post. Obviously, I survived the ordeal to tell my tale here, but it was quite traumatic, especially in the light that there was a great clinic with some of the best medical equipment I've ever seen. There is a 2km tartan track around camp, but within the walls for safety, a bird aviary, and a couple lakes and then, of course, the accommodation blocks. 

The 2.3 km tartan track for walking, circumvents the base camp

Indoor Basketball court & Badminton courts

Indoor Gym and Table Tennis Table

The indoor pool building, taken from the courtyard of the canteens

Walking around the tartan track on my only day off

Base camp food & dining

There are two canteens, one serving Arabic cuisine and a Chinese canteen that served the needs of the Asian population. One could choose of course where one wanted to eat. In the beginning, I joined my Arab colleagues at the Arab canteen, but when I got what they call the 'Halfaya bug' quite too often, spending too much time in the loo, I decided on a reverse course of action, less spicy food at the Chinese canteen. 

There are 3 meals a day served at both canteens, only during these times. Breakfast is between 6-7 am, lunch between 12-1 pm and dinner between 6-7pm. If you miss it you either sleep hungry or are forced to go buy something at the shop, a very costly alternative. If you might miss a meal, one could ask a colleague to dish extra for you in a polystyrene container. Both canteens had fridges with drinks and yogurts, which you could take from anything to your liking, even a couple extra to stock your bar fridge in your room with. Fruits, albeit sad at times, could also be taken for extra stock in your room for those times, you physically couldn't get up on time for breakfast. As time went by, I made sure to take extra food at the canteen at dinner to stock my room fridge with so that I have breakfast in bed. 

On a base camp, with such scheduled times, one tends to start routines of your own, and habits to best adapt. Stocking my fridge with extras from the canteen was my way of making sure I kept my blood sugar level. One worked long hours at times either in the office or at home, and sustenance was important fule to keep the brain fires going. We had kettles in our rooms, but no cups??, so we took paper cups, tea bags, sugar and milk from the canteen to "entertain" colleagues in our rooms. Robin, being an Englishman, had his tea religiously and it was great to have him over for a cuppa after dinner.

Arab canteen interior

The wash-up area near the Arab canteen

Inside the Arab canteen

Workers dragging their feet to go for breakfast at the Chinese canteen

Robin and I enjoying dinner at the Chinese canteen. 
Note the Barbican, yogurt and bottled water that accompanied all our meals

Base camp accommodation

Whereas all other buildings were built of either bricks or concrete, the almost- temporary 'trailer-caravan' housing blocks, made one wonder why. My office was furnished with leather furniture, whereas I had a plastic chair in my room. It is as if the subliminal message is: "Don't go to your room, stay at your workplace and work.....only when exhaustion grips you beyond the point where you care anymore, you may go and sleep in your room. I had a thin hard mattress, that probably did not provide good lumbar support or quality sleep. Then again, if you are tired, you will sleep on the floor, like we did in the army. I'm just not totally sure why an employer would give you the best of everything in the workplace and even the best sports facilities, but when it comes to personal comfort in your most private personal space, they lag a few paces behind. 

Even though the rooms were cleaned by housekeeping on a daily basis, I struggled to feel totally comfortable. Then again, it's a base camp on an oilfield, not a hotel that even warrants a review. However, I think there is lots of room for improvement.

I stayed in F06, F block room 6, with a nearby bomb shelter, should we have faced an attack. At the security briefing, when one arrives, all these security measures are explained. Health and safety are drilled in, and one is constantly aware of these constraints and risks. 

Accommodation Block F where I stayed

Bomb shelter entrance near my room

My first bike parked outside my room

Garden walkways connecting the accommodation blocks

My room interior

My bed - The day I arrived

Executive accommodation

I call it the Chinese villas....a living area much nicer than our own, for executive employees or important guests to base camp. It stands in total contrast to our own. The pictures below speak for themselves. I cycled through the area a couple of late afternoons to take some pics.

Chinese villa area

Executive accommodation

Canteen building - taken from Chinese villa section

Cross bridge over the canal to the dining room

Water fountain feature

Base camp transportation

The pictures speak for themselves. There are many modes of transportation on a base camp from bicycles to land cruisers. The land cruisers were parked outside OCC gate in the mornings, a splendid white line of luxury cars ready to take engineers to the oilfield operations. Electric mini-buses ferried engineers or technicians on the base camp itself. Some had electric bikes, maintenance workers used petrol driven trikes to travel all around base camp to do maintenance and repairs. Most however just had ordinary peddle bikes to move around shorter distances; different modes of transportation for different needs.

Me, well I just had a mountain bike, but it gave me a lot of mobility and freedom to explore and to get in some much-needed exercise.

Electric minibusses parked in front of Halfaya 1 building

Laborer trike parked next to the lake

Landcruisers waiting at OCC gate to take engineers out into the field

Delivery 'truck' making its early morning rounds

A maintenance worker on his way to address an issue

Bike shed in the Canteen courtyard - Most used bikes to move around

Halfaya airport

I arrived here on my first day at Halfaya. We were taken to the base camp, given a meal at the canteen and then shown our rooms. When new trainers arrived I was also the one to welcome them at the airport, so I visited a couple of times. It functions like a regular airport except there is only one plane coming in and out, ferrying workers and visitors between Basrah and Halfaya, three times a week. 

Halfaya airport building

The PCH Gulfstream jet on the tarmac at the Halfaya airfield

Emergency services standing by

Base camp Health & Safety

I already mentioned the security briefing upon one's arrival as well as the compulsory health and safety training one undergoes to stay on an oilfield base camp. In my workplace, we did not have the same risks as those in the field operations, but one had to adhere to all the safety regulations. Every gate, or boom gate, one has to provide identification. The whole base is monitored with security cameras operated and monitored from a control room. It does, however, mean that one is safe.

No-one is allowed to leave the oilfield unless it is necessary for necessary meetings or other operational functions. It is then done with an armed escort, that means a B6 armored vehicle, armed guards, etc. Non-essential travel outside the camp is forbidden. I was not even allowed to go to the hospital when I had a medical emergency. Rules are tight and enforced. Kidnappings for ransom are quite prevalent in the area.

Gate to the airfield

Security briefing

OCC gate - The main gate into the compound

Health & safety training consists of being shown a video in your language of choice

With Mike and Magdy after our security briefing in front of HFY main building 1

The PCH Health and Safety Training dummy

Base camp recreation

Robin and I took a couple of afternoons and left around 4pm to explore base camp whilst it was still light and we could enjoy the natural scenery. Just outside the North gate, there is this little jewel, a lake with reeds, that became the object of many of my sunset pictures. Winter sunset lake photos with white plane entrails left by planes in the cold winter sky are rare moments I had to try and break the monotony of work life and being in my room.

Robin and I made a point to at least walk for an hour a day on the tartan track around base camp, which also provided stunning views of nature. We used this time to discuss our frustrations and unwind after a stressful day.... which most days were. It rained heavily during autumn, and sometimes our walks were met with clouds of mosquitoes, so one had to try and speak with your mouth closed. 

Lake walkway

Winter lake sunset

Winter sunset splendor

Sunset over the lake with basecamp in the background

Winter sunset - The Chinese villas in the background

A boat on another lake within the confines of the compound

Base camp challenges

Heavy rains and flooding several times throughout my stay brought about a plague of flies during daytime and mosquitoes at night. They wriggled themselves through the smallest spaces and I constantly had 4 flies buzzing around my face, whilst trying to write reports in my office. I did not want to use insect repellent, as it is not healthy to breathe in toxic gases, so I had to resort to using a magazine to try and kill them, which proved a time wasting exercise. If there is one thing I should have packed, but never did, it was Tabard, a South African mosquito repellent that one puts on your skin, it works here, but in retrospect, I think Iraqi flies and mosquitoes might be a more resistant breed of insects.

One night whilst on Google hangouts with my wife, sitting at my desk in my room, Iraq registered an 8 on the Richter scale earthquake. Fortunately, the point of origin was far away, and apart from the shaking of my room, nothing threatened my life. Within the first week of being at Halfaya, there was a cloud break with heavy winds which forced water through the door into my room, followed by a power outage for a couple of hours. Halfaya Base camp is also home to hundreds of wild 'domestic' cats. After the cloud-break, I heard kittens somewhere outside yelping for help. I waddled knee deep through muddy water to try and locate and save them, but could not go beyond a certain point. The flooding, in general, did limit our mobility at times, but engineers quickly drained marshland areas and access roads of excessive water.

Difficult to move around when everything is underwater

A flooded section near the tartan track

Central lawn underwater with HFY main building 1 in the background

OCC building - central lawn underwater

Getting there and back

To get from Pretoria to Halfaya, I had to go to Joburg and then fly to Dubai, take a connection to Basrah, and then take a charter flight to Halfaya. The whole trip, waiting at airports, travel took about 36 hours. The most traumatic part of the trip when I arrived in Basrah and made we wait for a visa several hours after I already had a visa, and no clear communication as to why, nearly missing my flight to Halfaya. A valium injection in Dubai at their free airport clinic helped me a lot on my return to SA. But to God be the glory, who sent HIS Angels with me after shattered nerves upon my return trip to SA, just had a loooong ordeal, 49 days continuous working, dealing with difficult and challenging situations....... I was glad to be back home. 

The Airbus A380 I flew on to Dubai

Basrah airport - Boarding our charter jet to Halfaya

A memorable experience came to end, one not easily forgotten, as it was unique and one in a lifetime. I don't think base camp life is for everyone, there are certainly many challenges. Yet all over the world, many men leave their families for periods of time to go and work and on similar oilfields. I admire their courage and bravery to earn an income amidst difficult circumstances. I have worked and lived in difficult countries before and had challenging circumstances before, but this one was particularly difficult.

I survived and will keep the positive experiences from this. To conclude, the Iraqi people are fantastic people, and my interaction with them was very positive.

- Soli Deo Gloria -