On the road to crazy man.

 The story of a wildetect farm. 

wildetecture has been exploring creating built offsite wild habitable architectural pods for a few years now. The type of site, preferably deep in a Kalahari, Namib type desert terrain setting, very far off the beaten track.

This is not at all a new concept. It is simply a romantic notion that has inspired travel across many a hostile land, in search of solitude to find. 

This notion doesnt stop at earth continents it appears, with Mars now beckoning the brave. We will see a spark of architectural machine driven functional human habitats. When the scientific engineering mind pushes forth, the poets, artists and romantics will follow. Sparking a revolution of incredibly strong architectural aesthetic visuals. That would make living on a barren red comet type sandy rock rather appealing. 

in our wildetect exploration we have found a remote farm  1 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 for signal 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 road to crazyman. A hint of a king Solomon's mines hair brain 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. Live like the really rich, pretending to be poor incognito all the while enjoying the fat of the land. However i digress, im now crashing several dreams into one nonsense diatribe. 

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, dilapidated homes, non existent pathways, collapsed bridges and you look up high on the face of the Everest and way out through the mist, ice and blizzards you catch a fleeting glimpse of a tiny wooden door with a bronze iron tiger knocker. Well its kind of like that - ive now briefly, fleetingly seen the tiny door tiger knocker, was it a vision or an actual sighting? - 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 absolute crazyman, mapped out - the door beckoning - lets start  this show on the road, MAN!!. 

Sadly many a wagon has been deserted deep in many a desert with a tragic back story to tell. A story lost to the sands of time.  The sparks of those stories, those ventures being exactly the same sparks of this one. The road to crazy man is a spark to many a wild ambitious vision.

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 right now. Sure beats the humdrum of city life and waiting for Putin to the North, invaders to the left of me, cannibals to the right. Stuck here in the middle........ At least the wild animals in the deep desert, that seek to kill you, don't smile , say hello first and then try rip you to pieces after the pleasantries. its straight off the cuff pieces ripping stuff - which sure beats all that phoney nibbling ones ear politeness beforehand. 

Well a small update is farm 1 didnt unfortunately align,  the sparks fizzled out. but hay whats a romantic notion if you dont now explore the option of a wildetect African farm part 2. 

Did i mention, the road to crazyman is built with many an asylum along the way. Hopefully some are really aesthetically pleasing. With a wooden door deep through the mist, and a bronze lion knocker. 

(See what i did there?)