The wind has changed; I wonder if that means anything on a more subliminal level.
Heh heh, I just looked up the weather so I could tell you some definite numbers, and for some reason whatever site I looked on first gives the weather in Fahrenheit... which is fine, except that I immediately started translating that as if it were Celsius and came up with "Oh my GOD, if it were that hot we'd all be dead!!" Anyway, yeah, it's barely seventy at the moment, the prediction is for a high of 18(64) a low of 11(51) and rain... gorgeous! Someone commented this morning that this is more like winter weather except that there are still leaves on the trees.
Baby, if this is winter in Cape Town then sign me up for a permanent residence visa!
This morning (it's still morning btw, not quite 11am) I had a long nice chat over breakfast with Erica about families and music. I talked about about my little brothers and how I sort of raised them (especially the youngest ones) and was there for one of their births and how it means I don't feel too bad about not being able to have kids of my own because I've had quite enough of parenting and all, thank you very much. Except that she talked a bit about her sons' births and I got all misty and wistful.
We swapped tales about the abrupt and early end of our musical careers and then she nearly broke my heart when she gave me a long hug; I'm not sure which of us she was trying to console! Anyway, she's a wonderful lady and I'm becoming more and more fond of her by the hour. (Which of course drives me to be the best guest I can.)
Final note here, I'm collecting a small lexicon of words and phrases I'm learning and trying to track their context and use etc. I need to get a smaller notepad to keep them in, my clipboard is really too bulky to carry around all the time, and makes me self-conscious (plus makes others self-conscious around me, and that's no good).
Remind me to tell you about the Christmas pudding later on!
22 December 2008
21 December 2008
Day 7 - church and cultural exchange
Do you know what I really like about these people I'm with? Their appreciation for the small things of life. It's so nice to listen to Andrew-John and his mother, cooing over a flower on the side of the road or the colour of the sky, and they will go on about whatever it is for minutes and minutes. But very little is "great" or "awesome", it's just sweet and lovely and nice and mild... and yet here we live in awe of life. I've always felt kind of awkward trying to point out how exhilarating something as simple as a cool breeze on a warm day can be.
Anyway, today I ended up going to the Methodist church down the road where Tony is pastor.
It's nice to know some things know no cultural bounds; like the fact that the sound system in a church will NEVER EVER work the way you want it to. It's a law of nature, sort of like things on earth will always fall down... the volume or mics will always go up!
Of course wherever you go church will be run a bit differently. The main thing here was that afterwards everyone wanted to greet the pastor at the door (I'm quite used to people sneaking out the back way or hustling off before he can get there, for whatever reason.) And then we all went to the back room and had tea!
The Govinders (I think that's that Indian family's name) were very happy to see me, and invited me to sit with them during the service. Their daughter gave me a kiss on the cheek in greeting which I was a little taken aback at at first. You know, just because you know about things doesn't mean you know how you're going to react when you're in the middle of them. After four or five other women did that I realized what was going on, but it was still new on me. Also, it only happened with people I met while caroling the other day, so there are parameters (I guess they have to know me and like me before they'll do that... oh, and it's only between men and women or women and women, I haven't seen any men kiss each other on the cheek yet.) And while not unusual, that kind of behavior isn't typical of all people in the area. I'm told that Tony's is "a particularly warm church". Whatever that means.
Anyway, I'm expecting to be "kidnapped" by the Govinders sometime now.
Everyone rested for several hours during the afternoon, and I took the opportunity to tidy the bedroom up. What with true squalor right down the road I can't say I've been living so badly, but I've really let my little area become a terrible mess over the last few days. (You realize I've been here for a full week now? Well, I've been officially out of the country a whole week, anyway.) So that's good; I don't want to give the impression that I'm like this all the time!
I also took a shower later in the evening, AND I'm very proud of how I've come along. I put the plug in and saved the water in buckets so it can be used to, you know, fill the tank when the toilet's flushed or whatever. (I wouldn't use my shower water on the lawn, unless there were some particularly stubborn weeds or something.) I feel obliged to make my best effort to do that kind of thing, because I'm suddenly aware of just how many times I use the toilet or wash my hands now.
Not a bad development, really.
Finally, we went to AJ's church in Pinelands for a special service called Nine Lessons and Carols. (Interestingly, this particular service format came about in 1880 in Cornwall! And now it's broadcast annually from King's College in Cambridge.) All arranged, by the way, by our music master himself.
It was a really lovely service. (I take great and not-so-secret pleasure in watching my friend conduct a choir.) The first song featured a bodhran, which was exciting. Also, halfway through someone let their little girl out into the aisle, and she stood there imitating the conducting for awhile (and in time too!) before turning and deciding the rest of the congretation needed leading too and took over them. I was almost in hysterical fits and had to sit down, it was so funny and cute!
Not really a photo opportunity, but here's AJ with one of the preist dudes.
When he shook my hand he did something unexpected and then held on to it, and I'm sorry to say when he pulled it closer to him I kind of reflexively jerked my hand away. I felt bad about that. (BAD anthropologist! BAD!! NO interrupting the cultural exchange!) I'm told he probably didn't notice my little white weirdness. *sigh*
Oh yes! And on the way there we picked up this really delightful older lady named... Kath? (I'm just awful with names, I've got to get a grip, really!) She's nearly 90 years old, but seriously spry and talks your ear of and best of all she knows she's talking it off and makes no apologies and is fortunately fun to listen to as well. And a total flirt, talking about how all these men like to help her get around (she's had a couple of bad falls lately and had to have hip surgery and such) and as much as she enjoys being surrounded by men they must like being around her as well.
I hope when I'm coming up on the other side of a century I'm still just as flirty as I am today! She must have been a riot when she was my age (and drove her parents mad, no doubt.)
Aww, she looked away just at the last minute!
Anyway, today I ended up going to the Methodist church down the road where Tony is pastor.
It's nice to know some things know no cultural bounds; like the fact that the sound system in a church will NEVER EVER work the way you want it to. It's a law of nature, sort of like things on earth will always fall down... the volume or mics will always go up!
Of course wherever you go church will be run a bit differently. The main thing here was that afterwards everyone wanted to greet the pastor at the door (I'm quite used to people sneaking out the back way or hustling off before he can get there, for whatever reason.) And then we all went to the back room and had tea!
The Govinders (I think that's that Indian family's name) were very happy to see me, and invited me to sit with them during the service. Their daughter gave me a kiss on the cheek in greeting which I was a little taken aback at at first. You know, just because you know about things doesn't mean you know how you're going to react when you're in the middle of them. After four or five other women did that I realized what was going on, but it was still new on me. Also, it only happened with people I met while caroling the other day, so there are parameters (I guess they have to know me and like me before they'll do that... oh, and it's only between men and women or women and women, I haven't seen any men kiss each other on the cheek yet.) And while not unusual, that kind of behavior isn't typical of all people in the area. I'm told that Tony's is "a particularly warm church". Whatever that means.
Anyway, I'm expecting to be "kidnapped" by the Govinders sometime now.
Everyone rested for several hours during the afternoon, and I took the opportunity to tidy the bedroom up. What with true squalor right down the road I can't say I've been living so badly, but I've really let my little area become a terrible mess over the last few days. (You realize I've been here for a full week now? Well, I've been officially out of the country a whole week, anyway.) So that's good; I don't want to give the impression that I'm like this all the time!
I also took a shower later in the evening, AND I'm very proud of how I've come along. I put the plug in and saved the water in buckets so it can be used to, you know, fill the tank when the toilet's flushed or whatever. (I wouldn't use my shower water on the lawn, unless there were some particularly stubborn weeds or something.) I feel obliged to make my best effort to do that kind of thing, because I'm suddenly aware of just how many times I use the toilet or wash my hands now.
Not a bad development, really.
Finally, we went to AJ's church in Pinelands for a special service called Nine Lessons and Carols. (Interestingly, this particular service format came about in 1880 in Cornwall! And now it's broadcast annually from King's College in Cambridge.) All arranged, by the way, by our music master himself.
It was a really lovely service. (I take great and not-so-secret pleasure in watching my friend conduct a choir.) The first song featured a bodhran, which was exciting. Also, halfway through someone let their little girl out into the aisle, and she stood there imitating the conducting for awhile (and in time too!) before turning and deciding the rest of the congretation needed leading too and took over them. I was almost in hysterical fits and had to sit down, it was so funny and cute!
Not really a photo opportunity, but here's AJ with one of the preist dudes.
When he shook my hand he did something unexpected and then held on to it, and I'm sorry to say when he pulled it closer to him I kind of reflexively jerked my hand away. I felt bad about that. (BAD anthropologist! BAD!! NO interrupting the cultural exchange!) I'm told he probably didn't notice my little white weirdness. *sigh*
Oh yes! And on the way there we picked up this really delightful older lady named... Kath? (I'm just awful with names, I've got to get a grip, really!) She's nearly 90 years old, but seriously spry and talks your ear of and best of all she knows she's talking it off and makes no apologies and is fortunately fun to listen to as well. And a total flirt, talking about how all these men like to help her get around (she's had a couple of bad falls lately and had to have hip surgery and such) and as much as she enjoys being surrounded by men they must like being around her as well.
I hope when I'm coming up on the other side of a century I'm still just as flirty as I am today! She must have been a riot when she was my age (and drove her parents mad, no doubt.)
Aww, she looked away just at the last minute!
20 December 2008
The Waterfront
Today the air was rather close; it wasn't terribly hot (by my standards) but it was definitely humid, which steals the moisture from your body and makes you want to strip out of your slimy skin.
So it was a relief when this evening we decided to go out. Actually we were supposed to go and see lights, but ended up Erica (whose name I have been spelling wrong all this time, buggerall!) was feeling unwell so she and Tony stayed in, leaving AJ and I to go out and find some entertainment. (I was kind of surprised at this, since I thought he was busy, this being Saturday ie. the day before Sunday ie. a major work day and all.)
I couldn't make up my mind until the last minute whether I wanted to go to "Canal Walk" (a huge shopping center) or The Waterfront (which... is just like what it sounds, and also has shopping). At the last minute I decided we should do the Waterfront.
What a good idea! It was all so beautiful in the dark, and the smell of the sea was absolutely delicious, I nearly had a olfactory overload for a minute. We walked around and AJ showed me shops he wanted me to see (nearly all of which were closed because we came after 9pm...) and then we just walked around and looked at things for awhile.
I decided we should have a prime directive of some kind, and really wanted a drink, especially since we drove right past where the MCQP was going on, and though I'm more decided than ever that tonight was not the night for such madness, I still regret not checking it out. So whatever, I'm legal here, so let's hit a bar and get me something to drink!
It too for bloomin' ever, I tell you what, but we finally settled on a restaurant, sat at the bar, and were presented with a menu that read more like a magazine. I just asked the bartender what he was making in front of him, which were pina coladas and were R45 with alcohol (something like R30 without) and that sounded great.
So we just sat and chatted a bit. Actually, I think I rambled. Sometimes I get a little tongue tied, and the drink didn't do anything to make me relax like a good drink should. (It was yummy though, and well made, I'll give them that.) So I talked about stupid stuff, I'm sure, while AJ just sat there (he's not into drinking, which is fine, but I you know, social stuff. He looked at the desserts momentarily, but the prices were a bit high; fine by me, but I doubted there was any way could convince him to let me buy hime one or I would have offered on the spot - if I knew what he liked, sweetness-wise, I'd have ordered for him, but maybe it's better I didn't).
That was nice, and I managed to order and pay for my first official drink at a bar quite successfully. Even paid a handsome tip, I think... (Well the drink was R45 and I gave the guy R50... that's more than 10% isn't it? So yeah, generous? Well I hope so, the barkeep was a pretty nice guy, and the drink was fine.)
The drive back was nice, the city is really pretty (though extremely flat compared to Dallas - I really love that city's skyline) and it started to rain a bit on way, which just made everything smell glorious as we got back into the house.
And now I am thinking it's time to go to sleep, as I have to figure out what I'm doing for church in the morning.
So it was a relief when this evening we decided to go out. Actually we were supposed to go and see lights, but ended up Erica (whose name I have been spelling wrong all this time, buggerall!) was feeling unwell so she and Tony stayed in, leaving AJ and I to go out and find some entertainment. (I was kind of surprised at this, since I thought he was busy, this being Saturday ie. the day before Sunday ie. a major work day and all.)
I couldn't make up my mind until the last minute whether I wanted to go to "Canal Walk" (a huge shopping center) or The Waterfront (which... is just like what it sounds, and also has shopping). At the last minute I decided we should do the Waterfront.
What a good idea! It was all so beautiful in the dark, and the smell of the sea was absolutely delicious, I nearly had a olfactory overload for a minute. We walked around and AJ showed me shops he wanted me to see (nearly all of which were closed because we came after 9pm...) and then we just walked around and looked at things for awhile.
I decided we should have a prime directive of some kind, and really wanted a drink, especially since we drove right past where the MCQP was going on, and though I'm more decided than ever that tonight was not the night for such madness, I still regret not checking it out. So whatever, I'm legal here, so let's hit a bar and get me something to drink!
It too for bloomin' ever, I tell you what, but we finally settled on a restaurant, sat at the bar, and were presented with a menu that read more like a magazine. I just asked the bartender what he was making in front of him, which were pina coladas and were R45 with alcohol (something like R30 without) and that sounded great.
So we just sat and chatted a bit. Actually, I think I rambled. Sometimes I get a little tongue tied, and the drink didn't do anything to make me relax like a good drink should. (It was yummy though, and well made, I'll give them that.) So I talked about stupid stuff, I'm sure, while AJ just sat there (he's not into drinking, which is fine, but I you know, social stuff. He looked at the desserts momentarily, but the prices were a bit high; fine by me, but I doubted there was any way could convince him to let me buy hime one or I would have offered on the spot - if I knew what he liked, sweetness-wise, I'd have ordered for him, but maybe it's better I didn't).
That was nice, and I managed to order and pay for my first official drink at a bar quite successfully. Even paid a handsome tip, I think... (Well the drink was R45 and I gave the guy R50... that's more than 10% isn't it? So yeah, generous? Well I hope so, the barkeep was a pretty nice guy, and the drink was fine.)
The drive back was nice, the city is really pretty (though extremely flat compared to Dallas - I really love that city's skyline) and it started to rain a bit on way, which just made everything smell glorious as we got back into the house.
And now I am thinking it's time to go to sleep, as I have to figure out what I'm doing for church in the morning.
Day 6 - Rondebosch craft fair, and hydration
Today Erika and I took a little jaunt to the craft fair, where lots of local artists sell their wares and things. It's just a little market and apparently runs more or less once a week.
First though, we stopped by the church in Pinelands where AJ works, to ask him if he'd like to take a break from practicing organ and come with us.
I took some photos of the gorgeous little chapel behind the church.
The thatched roof keeps things cool, and lets off a lovely smell as well!
Then off we went!
There was a large stall near the entrance selling leather sandals, apparently made of zebra hide!
These gorgeous woven baskets were being sold for thirty rand. I wanted one or two, but for six bucks I wasn't sure what I'd do with them, and wouldn't want to give them to people as gifts (lovely and gift-worthy as they are) without knowing if they'd have a use for them either. Shame, surely I'd have come up with something...
The man at this stall was from Malawi. AJ has just found a really cute nativity that they ended up buying for $12 - which is cool because individual figures were going for $3 each. (If I'm smart I'll remember to take a photo of the set itself, once it's set up.)
I was tempted by many items, but mostly I got an idea for what I'll bring home as souvenirs later on. The things that tempted me most were a beautiful classic Stralitzia (also known as the Bird of Paradise) plant with TWO blooms on it (for less than $8!!!!!), but I didn't get it because I've got to look into whether or not I can bring it home if I do. Hopefully I can go back for it on Tuesday (the next day the market is open) and it will still be there - it's the plant I've been imagining having in my dorm for awhile now.
The only thing I bought was this African finger harp (called a mbira) for R40.
Carol of the Bells on a mbira
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1lf3DZzdgE
I must have been dehydrated, though, because when we got back I immediately started writing this post, and when I put the pictures on to upload I fell asleep.
No worries; I got some avocado and cheese and some things called Vetkoek ("fat cake" - basically balls of fried dough) and glugged plenty of water.
On the subject of water by the way, we Americans waste a disgusting amount of it! I hope I'm not having too much of an impact while I'm here with my ways; I'm trying to adjust. The thing is, they rely on the reservoirs here and they don't have enough of the stuff. So to cut back on waste they do things like... well for example, there are buckets in the bathroom, and when someone has a bath or a shower they take the dirty bath water and use it to flush the toilet or water the grass with. If you're just running a stream over your hands, put a bowl under the faucet and use that to water or whatever later as well.
I don't think I'll be bringing much stuff back with me, but I really hope that I can hang on to some of these healthy habits and attitudes.
First though, we stopped by the church in Pinelands where AJ works, to ask him if he'd like to take a break from practicing organ and come with us.
I took some photos of the gorgeous little chapel behind the church.
The thatched roof keeps things cool, and lets off a lovely smell as well!
Then off we went!
There was a large stall near the entrance selling leather sandals, apparently made of zebra hide!
These gorgeous woven baskets were being sold for thirty rand. I wanted one or two, but for six bucks I wasn't sure what I'd do with them, and wouldn't want to give them to people as gifts (lovely and gift-worthy as they are) without knowing if they'd have a use for them either. Shame, surely I'd have come up with something...
The man at this stall was from Malawi. AJ has just found a really cute nativity that they ended up buying for $12 - which is cool because individual figures were going for $3 each. (If I'm smart I'll remember to take a photo of the set itself, once it's set up.)
I was tempted by many items, but mostly I got an idea for what I'll bring home as souvenirs later on. The things that tempted me most were a beautiful classic Stralitzia (also known as the Bird of Paradise) plant with TWO blooms on it (for less than $8!!!!!), but I didn't get it because I've got to look into whether or not I can bring it home if I do. Hopefully I can go back for it on Tuesday (the next day the market is open) and it will still be there - it's the plant I've been imagining having in my dorm for awhile now.
The only thing I bought was this African finger harp (called a mbira) for R40.
Carol of the Bells on a mbira
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1lf3DZzdgE
I must have been dehydrated, though, because when we got back I immediately started writing this post, and when I put the pictures on to upload I fell asleep.
No worries; I got some avocado and cheese and some things called Vetkoek ("fat cake" - basically balls of fried dough) and glugged plenty of water.
On the subject of water by the way, we Americans waste a disgusting amount of it! I hope I'm not having too much of an impact while I'm here with my ways; I'm trying to adjust. The thing is, they rely on the reservoirs here and they don't have enough of the stuff. So to cut back on waste they do things like... well for example, there are buckets in the bathroom, and when someone has a bath or a shower they take the dirty bath water and use it to flush the toilet or water the grass with. If you're just running a stream over your hands, put a bowl under the faucet and use that to water or whatever later as well.
I don't think I'll be bringing much stuff back with me, but I really hope that I can hang on to some of these healthy habits and attitudes.
19 December 2008
Day 5 - If it ain't Baroque, don't fix it
So I finally did something with myself today! I just got back from a really beautiful Baroque concert. AJ was selling tickets for them and so had two free ones himself, and when he asked if I would rather come with him or go with his dad to the waterfront I decided I could see the waterfront another day.
I'm glad I did. Even though I'm not very good at sitting still like this for long periods of time, it was really worth it. If nothing else I got to observe a very unique niche of South African culture. But the music was lovely and engaging and not quite too long, so I lasted. There was a small intermission featuring wine (or juices) and mince pies. (Ooooh mince pies!! *food-glee-death*) The red wine was very good, very well suited to the spicy-sweetness of the pies. (AJ cracks me up when he drinks, I'll have to tell you about it some time.)
It was all thoroughly enjoyable, but I'm exhausted from a hard day of doing nothing now.)
Tomorrow is MCQP. Still not 100% sure I'm not going, but we'll see. Otherwise, I've no idea what I'm doing. Still. (Probably going to see B*mumblesomethinginAfrikaans* to see the lights.)
And Christmas is in less than a week! It's hard to believe, with the weather as balmy as it is! Tinsel and trees and little Santa figures look so out of place under the summer sun.
I'm glad I did. Even though I'm not very good at sitting still like this for long periods of time, it was really worth it. If nothing else I got to observe a very unique niche of South African culture. But the music was lovely and engaging and not quite too long, so I lasted. There was a small intermission featuring wine (or juices) and mince pies. (Ooooh mince pies!! *food-glee-death*) The red wine was very good, very well suited to the spicy-sweetness of the pies. (AJ cracks me up when he drinks, I'll have to tell you about it some time.)
It was all thoroughly enjoyable, but I'm exhausted from a hard day of doing nothing now.)
Tomorrow is MCQP. Still not 100% sure I'm not going, but we'll see. Otherwise, I've no idea what I'm doing. Still. (Probably going to see B*mumblesomethinginAfrikaans* to see the lights.)
And Christmas is in less than a week! It's hard to believe, with the weather as balmy as it is! Tinsel and trees and little Santa figures look so out of place under the summer sun.
Day 5 - midday post about nothing
As you can tell, I'm not doing much of anything today - thus all the blog updates!
Ironically, this vacation isn't much on the exotic side. If anything it's a perfect blend of the old and the new for me. There's always a cup of tea right when one is needed, I can get a Crunchie bar at the Pick and Pay, the cars are tiny, and BBC plays on the radio, but along the road is a McDonald's and Judge Judy is still on TV!
And I just got back from the mall yet AGAIN. It's alright though; AJ goes to the gym nearby, so he offered to take me because I've needed to get a decent pair of dress shoes to go with my new suit, and there are several shoe shops around. I went to the mall myself, because I decided to give in and buy a certain Xmas present... (NOT TELLING! Although I will say that I got lucky - today they had a special deal where if you spent X amount you got store credit for Y which got me two other items I don't really need... lol)
ANYWAY, I'm not sure about the shoes I bought. They fit alright, and are comfy and nice looking, but I have no idea if they'll last. The soles are weird, thick rubber (so they give me about an extra inch of height) and will either last a long time or last ten minutes on the pavement. I have no idea if they go with the suit either, they're just black... and cost me some R350 (ie. $35) Well that's way better than the $150 I narrowly avoided at the mall in Dallas but still a lot for shoes for me, so I really hope they're good and they last.
They're Grasshoppers brand ("proudly South African") and tout themselves as "the most comfortable shoes ever made" and Tony tells me they are a good reliable shoe, so we'll see. Hope it's money well spent. If they're as good as they seem to be I'll be happy to wear them on the flight home.
Ugh! No more spending money for me! I still have more than three weeks left here!
Ironically, this vacation isn't much on the exotic side. If anything it's a perfect blend of the old and the new for me. There's always a cup of tea right when one is needed, I can get a Crunchie bar at the Pick and Pay, the cars are tiny, and BBC plays on the radio, but along the road is a McDonald's and Judge Judy is still on TV!
And I just got back from the mall yet AGAIN. It's alright though; AJ goes to the gym nearby, so he offered to take me because I've needed to get a decent pair of dress shoes to go with my new suit, and there are several shoe shops around. I went to the mall myself, because I decided to give in and buy a certain Xmas present... (NOT TELLING! Although I will say that I got lucky - today they had a special deal where if you spent X amount you got store credit for Y which got me two other items I don't really need... lol)
ANYWAY, I'm not sure about the shoes I bought. They fit alright, and are comfy and nice looking, but I have no idea if they'll last. The soles are weird, thick rubber (so they give me about an extra inch of height) and will either last a long time or last ten minutes on the pavement. I have no idea if they go with the suit either, they're just black... and cost me some R350 (ie. $35) Well that's way better than the $150 I narrowly avoided at the mall in Dallas but still a lot for shoes for me, so I really hope they're good and they last.
They're Grasshoppers brand ("proudly South African") and tout themselves as "the most comfortable shoes ever made" and Tony tells me they are a good reliable shoe, so we'll see. Hope it's money well spent. If they're as good as they seem to be I'll be happy to wear them on the flight home.
Ugh! No more spending money for me! I still have more than three weeks left here!
quick morning post
It's nearly 9am and I've been up for three hours... crazy stuff, man!
Yesterday evening AJ's brother Steven came by to fix up some computer things and got me set up with the wireless, so I have more regular access to the Nets now. (Don't have to go through... seven different locks/keys to get to an unventilated room to use the wire anymore!) So hopefully now I can keep you updated daily. I have lots to post from days 2 and 3, but I have to resize some 50 photos before I can tell you about them, so keep an eye out for a couple of back-dated posts from this week.
Meanwhile, I'm just trying to decide what I want to do with this day, and I have to figure out if I'm going to MCQP now; I forgot that it's tomorrow. It looks like loads of fun, but I just don't usually do scenes like that, especially not on my own. AJ's said if I want to go he will get one of his friends who lives in Die Waterkant to take me. But it's a lot of people and a lot of craziness in a strange place and I honestly haven't got the money for it either (tickets are like, R200 a pop)... Crowds, strange places, for an unknown length of time in the evening... sounds like a recipe for a bad time in fact.
Well, looks like I've made up my mind! Now I have to figure out what I AM going to do, with today AND tomorrow. Bugger!
Isn't vacation just a hassle? :) lol
Yesterday evening AJ's brother Steven came by to fix up some computer things and got me set up with the wireless, so I have more regular access to the Nets now. (Don't have to go through... seven different locks/keys to get to an unventilated room to use the wire anymore!) So hopefully now I can keep you updated daily. I have lots to post from days 2 and 3, but I have to resize some 50 photos before I can tell you about them, so keep an eye out for a couple of back-dated posts from this week.
Meanwhile, I'm just trying to decide what I want to do with this day, and I have to figure out if I'm going to MCQP now; I forgot that it's tomorrow. It looks like loads of fun, but I just don't usually do scenes like that, especially not on my own. AJ's said if I want to go he will get one of his friends who lives in Die Waterkant to take me. But it's a lot of people and a lot of craziness in a strange place and I honestly haven't got the money for it either (tickets are like, R200 a pop)... Crowds, strange places, for an unknown length of time in the evening... sounds like a recipe for a bad time in fact.
Well, looks like I've made up my mind! Now I have to figure out what I AM going to do, with today AND tomorrow. Bugger!
Isn't vacation just a hassle? :) lol
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