In the crisp chill of a winter morning in South Africa, August 5, 1962, the wheels of a police vehicle hummed down a quiet road near Howick in Natal. Inside sat a tall, dignified man wearing a chauffeur’s cap, assuming the role of a humble driver. But this was no ordinary man, and this was …
There’s something magical about the beach that pulls at the human spirit. Maybe it’s the endless blue horizon that whispers of freedom, the rhythmic hush of waves that seems to calm every racing thought, or the warm sand that molds perfectly beneath your feet like the earth’s embrace. But here’s the thing—you don’t have to …
