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Harry Wroth has a surprise encounter with the Chongs.
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Harry Wroth has a surprise encounter with the Chongs.
Is cricket a gentlemanly passtime? Harry Wroth has a friend who sees the game in a different light.
Harry Wroth tells how a vet literally saved his scalp in the African bush.
Harry Wroth recalls his boyhood days in a South African railway camp during World War Two.
Harry Wroth tells of the subterfuge and success of an odd-man-out.
Harry Wroth found himself swimming with the fish when he went to sea in a small boat.
Harry Wroth tells of a mystery and a matchbox.
Harry Wroth tells of a family friend who became big in diamonds.
Harry Wroth tells of the night a boarding house caught fire, and no fire hoses were to be found.
Harry Wroth breaks a vital rule for visitors of Kruger Park, South Africa, and consequently has a lucky escape.
Harry Wroth encounters hopping seeds in Kruger Park.
Harry Wroth tells of a nightmare bus journey.
Harry Wroth tells a grin-worthy tale.
Harry Wroth has a high old time in Kruger Park watching the "residents'' of Castle Cheetah.
Harry Wroth reveals himelf as a practical joker.
When Harry Wroth was ten years old he sometimes joined his father on the footplate of a steam locomotive while shunting operations were being carried out.
Harry Wroth produces a wooden "masterpiece''.
Harry Wroth's tale confirms that you need to be sure of your measurements when you order a new house.
"I tried sex once at 40, didn't like it and never did it again.''
Harry Wroth tells us of his astonishing maiden aunt.
…The snake was in view for about two minutes moving silently and slowly through the clearing… Harry Wroth pays another visit to Kruger Park.
There, staring in through the car’s windscreen, was a huge black mamba snake. Harry Wroth comes too close to danger.
Thousands of elephants. A jackal hunting for its breakfast? Harry Wroth goes driving in the African bush.
...We had sailed for five days when all of a sudden the main engines stopped. I knew from the satellite navigational tracker on the bridge that we were thousands of kilometres from either the African or South American coasts and that there was at least 5000 metres of water below our keel!... Harry Wroth recalls a voyage from South Africa to Antwerp.
Affectionate grandfather Harry Wroth tells tales about his grand-daughters when they were young.
Harry Wroth tells us his method of pickling onions.
In Harry Wroth's tale a labourer's response to his employer's questions sums up South African attitudes at a certain point in that country's history.
Harry Wroth tells a funny-sad tale in five short paragraphs.
"It was a delightful hot midday at a watering point south west of Satara and the wife and I were watching some warthogs and giraffes lolling about...'' Harry Wroth whisks you away to the heart of Africa with his opening sentence.
When you are trying to survey the site of a stock watering dam on a South African farm make sure there are no inquisitve sheep around, as Harry Wroth reveals. By the way, skaap is the Afrikaans word for a sheep.
Harry Wroth tells of the day the oilmen came to South Africa.
Harry will be writing regularly for Open Writing in the coming weeks, sharing his experiences of life in South Africa.