Tuesday, July 12, 2022

story of a wildetect African farm - the road to crazyman

wildetecture has been exploring creating built offsite wild habitable architectural pods in the deep desert, very far off the beaten track. in our exploration we have now found a remote farm which is exactly that, as remote as an African farm could be. not a farm really - but a piece of raw African veldt , completely inaccessible,  a plateau on top of a huge mountain. the only squatters are leopards, black eagles and wild , wild life. water for days , just did i mention , its completely inaccessible.

so we have been offered this farm today, 300 hectares  of wild veldt - its exciting because the prospect of ironing out our wildetect vision,  is as remote , as if this piece of African veldt  was on Mars. there is nothing easy about anything at this embryonic phase - its a conversation from a farmer deep within the desert - who made his way to the nearest town today and phoned me 2 hours ago. i can buy the smaller farm out right - but its so remote , good luck getting to it, have fun building on it, the road to the top is a chasm on one side.  - man it sounds like complete madness -A king Solomon's mines crazyman venture - crashing ones life around an impossible dream - flip doesn't that sound hugely epic. i must say the thought of it being inaccessible to anyone else - makes the idea of it incredibly plausible. not sure if i should share the journey or hide all traces of it. 

the idea of remote wildetect wild nature architectural pods - built off site - droned on top of this Masada type citadel is becoming very exciting. not at  all an easy simple concept to execute - as i said,  it could be on mars at this stage. purchasing the land is way out the budget - will need specialized equipment just to get to site - its all so overwhelmingly impossible it seems possible - like when your offered keys to a kingdom and you look past all the broken vehicles, bombed out homes, non existent pathways, collapsed bridges and you look up high on the face of Everest and way out through the mist, ice and blizzards you catch a fleeting glimpse of a tiny wooden door. its kind of like that - ive now briefly seen the tiny door - but hang!! i feel like forest gump starting to run,  just as he heads out the door with no plan other than head for the next street corner. - just a rough wild looking route to crazyman, mapped out - the door beckoning - lets start  this show on the road. 

many a wagon deserted deep in the desert with a sad story to tell - well creating a home far from the maddening crowd , on an inaccessible citadel deep in the desert is the best darn idea i can possibly think of. sure beats the humdrum of city life - at least the wild animals in the deep desert that seek to kill you, don't smile , say hello first and then rip you to pieces. its straight pieces ripping - which sure beats all that phoney nibbling ear politeness before.