For many, a tiny Free State town offers an escape from the rat race
Burnt-out city slickers find peace in the quaint but eclectic hamlet of Rosendal
When we arrive at Rosendal, I’m not sure we’ve really arrived anywhere at all.
We’ve pulled up outside a building next to another building, but all around us are empty plots and open spaces.
Running off this stretch of pothole-pitted road are wide dirt tracks, bearing names that promise grandeur — Kerk Street, President Steyn and Peacock Street. Scattered along them are a few houses or stores with cute verandas and attractive wrought iron décor. It’s like a chessboard in the final moments, with only a few pieces standing amid the empty squares...