At the age of 65 most men would prefer to take it easy. Not Hans Wiesman. He likes to hunt for World War II warplanes.
Imagine being transported to another dimension – one with an infinite amount of knowledge and possibilities, illustrated in an infinate array of colours, patterns, sounds and wavelengths, instantly understood in every possible way.
The word “ethereal” is not a word you often hear mentioned among dirt-caked, dusty-lipped bike riders halfway through an adventure in the middle of Lesotho.
Grigori Perelman is one of the greatest mathematicians of our time, a Russian genius who solved the Poincaré conjecture, which plagued the brightest minds for a century. At the height of his fame, he refused a million-dollar award for his work. Then he disappeared. Our writer hunts him down on the streets of St. Petersburg.
Female rappers come and go like the fashion they sport. There’s no denying their commercial success, but why is it that so few seem to have staying power?
Shattering 100 years of solitude – It has been one hundred years of stone, cold silence in Antarctica since Scott and Amundsen raced each other to the South Pole.
It’s not hard to get laid when everyone is getting laid. Did Jimi Hendrix have copious amounts of sex after his LSD-fuelled rendition of the American National Anthem at Woodstock? Did Bon Jovi get more than “halfway there” after he did, well, anything? Probably.
On 16 August 1938, some 24 kilometres from Greenwood, Mississippi, the devil collected a debt, one man’s soul. At a country dance, known in those days as a juke-joint, the indebted man clutched his chest, collapsed and after three days of violent convulsions, died.
South African-born Mike Horn has scaled the highest mountains and swum the deepest seas, but by no means are the feats he has accomplished metaphorical.
The need for humans to defend themselves against those who desire to be more than equal is unavoidable and ever-present. In fact, many of us are the antagonists ourselves, looking to throw our fists against something or anything that stands in our way.
You’re out in the middle of the frozen tundra, deep within the Arctic Circle, mid-way into an Arctic Ski race. It’s utterly desolate, temperature are hovering around the “cooking freezing ” region of -40 degrees C…
The character enveloped in a cloud of cigar smoke, who travels with a dozen Mossad bodyguards and doesn’t allow the press to interview him, did not step out of a John Le Carré novel.