Toilet Confessions on the N1 RebeccaThe afternoon light bleeds out of the sky as we leave the Hemel-en-Aarde Valley behind, the vineyards sinking into shadow. In the back seat, Mei Ling holds her 1.5-litre Syrah Grenache as if it is something fragile and irreplaceable, her arms curved protectively around it.Beside her, Sigit scrolls through the...