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patiently waiting...
Midweek became Thursday, Thursday became Friday, and now Friday is a maybe. Yes, I'm getting stuffed around by the mechanic shop with my car. No real surprise, but you can't blame a bloke for living in hope. What can I do?
The rugby was a big disappointment last Saturday. We were all hungover, unable to get over it, and the rugby was not at all inspiring. Friday night itself was ill-advised, but that's nothing new. So we are giving it a shot again this weekend. Better seats, hopefully we'll all be somewhat sober, although there are whispers of Mynardville tonight.
In typical SA fashion, everybody is jumping on the Die Antwoord bandwagon. They are the biggest thing at the moment until they fade away. Having seen them play at Purple Turtle last year, they are nothing new. But every person and his granny keeps asking me if I have come across them. If you haven't, check it out.
PS. Strictly for Saffas...
Who knows where the hell the Republic of Khakassia is?
CT to PTA, PTA to CT...
The new South African theme song should be modelled around 50 Cents' "Baby by Me", the SA version going something like "Have a baby by me, baby see me disappear". Just a thought.
The trip to Pretoria, as brief as it turned out to be, was certainly interesting. 5o'clock is an ungodly hour to be up and about, but what can I do? I got to the airport and leisurely sauntered around like I had all morning, until the final boarding call for my flight was announced. At which stage I grew into a mild panic (read frantic panic). I ran all the way down one terminal (yes, CT International can boast of several terminals now), only to find I was nowhere near where I was supposed to be.
I eventually found my way, no thanks to the staff who were no more interested in being there than I was. First, to my relief, then to my annoyance, there was still quite a queue at the boarding gate. Sprinting down two terminals wasn't fun, you know.
Getting lost at CT International did not bode well, of course. OR Tambo ate me alive. After a few phone conversations with my driver, we finally got a fix on my general location, and off we went to PTA. If we thought we have reason to complain about roadworks in Cape Town, think again. There's a stretch on the Louis Strydom drive between PTA and JHB, going for about 1km or so, with one lane only. To boot, there a fender bender holding up the works even further.
My driver was a really talkative fella, who wasn't shy to share some rather intimate details of his life. He had a bone to pick with Indians and women, as well. How dare his mistress desire a relationship with someone who will put her first, his wife to suspect of him of sneaking around, and an Indian customer to enquire why he isn't driving fast enough when "he's late for a meeting"? Nogal! He labelled all women as greedy/unsatisfy-able, untrusting bitches, and Indians dodgy fellas with no respect. He had a bone to pick about Cape Town, but I was quick to point out we hardly have to drive to the other side of the world to get to work (unless you stay in Somerset West, in which case you're an idiot). He went on a tirade about Indians again, just as well; I hadn't started on the mountain, the sea, and the babes.
I found myself lost, for the third time in a matter of hours, at the Telkom Towers, only to be rescued by a female who boasted more facial hair than I can claim to have grown in my entire life (depressing). That was as exciting as things got inside the building; the rest was a bunch of clever dorks trying to outdo each other all day.
I was VERY early for my flight back, so I spent my time doing a tour of OR Tambo, for future reference. R100 I still get lost on my next sojourn there. Lessons learnt from this trip? Don't go to Gauteng!
Considering going to the Stormers game at Newlands this weekend, no doubt in my Sharks jersey. Unfortunately it overlaps a braai I was invited to by a new friend. Have to weight my options. If it came down to a snog against rugby, we all know which would win...
The trip to Pretoria, as brief as it turned out to be, was certainly interesting. 5o'clock is an ungodly hour to be up and about, but what can I do? I got to the airport and leisurely sauntered around like I had all morning, until the final boarding call for my flight was announced. At which stage I grew into a mild panic (read frantic panic). I ran all the way down one terminal (yes, CT International can boast of several terminals now), only to find I was nowhere near where I was supposed to be.
I eventually found my way, no thanks to the staff who were no more interested in being there than I was. First, to my relief, then to my annoyance, there was still quite a queue at the boarding gate. Sprinting down two terminals wasn't fun, you know.
Getting lost at CT International did not bode well, of course. OR Tambo ate me alive. After a few phone conversations with my driver, we finally got a fix on my general location, and off we went to PTA. If we thought we have reason to complain about roadworks in Cape Town, think again. There's a stretch on the Louis Strydom drive between PTA and JHB, going for about 1km or so, with one lane only. To boot, there a fender bender holding up the works even further.
My driver was a really talkative fella, who wasn't shy to share some rather intimate details of his life. He had a bone to pick with Indians and women, as well. How dare his mistress desire a relationship with someone who will put her first, his wife to suspect of him of sneaking around, and an Indian customer to enquire why he isn't driving fast enough when "he's late for a meeting"? Nogal! He labelled all women as greedy/unsatisfy-able, untrusting bitches, and Indians dodgy fellas with no respect. He had a bone to pick about Cape Town, but I was quick to point out we hardly have to drive to the other side of the world to get to work (unless you stay in Somerset West, in which case you're an idiot). He went on a tirade about Indians again, just as well; I hadn't started on the mountain, the sea, and the babes.
I found myself lost, for the third time in a matter of hours, at the Telkom Towers, only to be rescued by a female who boasted more facial hair than I can claim to have grown in my entire life (depressing). That was as exciting as things got inside the building; the rest was a bunch of clever dorks trying to outdo each other all day.
I was VERY early for my flight back, so I spent my time doing a tour of OR Tambo, for future reference. R100 I still get lost on my next sojourn there. Lessons learnt from this trip? Don't go to Gauteng!
Considering going to the Stormers game at Newlands this weekend, no doubt in my Sharks jersey. Unfortunately it overlaps a braai I was invited to by a new friend. Have to weight my options. If it came down to a snog against rugby, we all know which would win...
betty in convalescence
Betty looking rather poorly after being recovered in Mannenburg...
absence over
Ok, I've been missing in action for a while (understatement!). Laziness, increased workloads, and general couldn't give a damnness would be the contributing factors to my scarceness.
Another factor would be that damn spam posted on my posts' comments. I'm righting a scathing letter as we speak to Blogger® support, as we speak. As if I don't have enough spam issues to deal with at work.
December, aka Festive Season, was probably the queitest I've been through since I was in high school. I wasn't very bothered though, it's been a while since I got caught up in any of that B.S. Take New Year's eve; my plans only sorted themselves out around 7pm. It was still awesome, because Table View is like that.
2009 ended on a superb note. Here in South Africa, 2010 has generated SO much excitement about what could be, but so far, it's been the worst start to a year imaginable, culminating in the theft of Betty two weeks ago. She has since been found, but my insurance company, Santam, has dragged it's feet to no end.
Things are starting to look up though, although everytime I start to think things could get no worse, they reach a new low.
Let's hope that's all over with. It's good to be back!
Another factor would be that damn spam posted on my posts' comments. I'm righting a scathing letter as we speak to Blogger® support, as we speak. As if I don't have enough spam issues to deal with at work.
December, aka Festive Season, was probably the queitest I've been through since I was in high school. I wasn't very bothered though, it's been a while since I got caught up in any of that B.S. Take New Year's eve; my plans only sorted themselves out around 7pm. It was still awesome, because Table View is like that.
2009 ended on a superb note. Here in South Africa, 2010 has generated SO much excitement about what could be, but so far, it's been the worst start to a year imaginable, culminating in the theft of Betty two weeks ago. She has since been found, but my insurance company, Santam, has dragged it's feet to no end.
Things are starting to look up though, although everytime I start to think things could get no worse, they reach a new low.
Let's hope that's all over with. It's good to be back!
World Cup Draw
You would think people in Cape Town would be excited about the World Cup Finals draw taking place today, but I have come to find that is not necessarily true. The buzz is restricted to town, it would seem. Elsewhere, it seems to be business as usual.
I'm planning to hit Long Street later, but I think parking will be an issue. While grabbing a taxi is nice in theory, it's a bitch in practice. People seem to be concerned about the possible hike in prices caused by the influx of tourists. Me says it can't get worse than Camps Bay, so let's start a party!
The whole draw is going to be a bore, and I doubt too many people will be paying attention to it. I'm going down there for the vibe of the Long Street Festival, to see for myself what the fuss is all about. I'm no fan of Long, but I make exceptions now and then.
