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Published: June 25th 2009
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for once i think this might be a quick blog... coz it was 6 weeks ago nearly! oops.
so we went to chinsta west, stopping off in gragamstown for lunch... which was v v african, no white people and nowhere to eat except kfc! missed dinner in buckeneers and played sopious amounts of drinking games instead! hurrah! and as i said before, the breakfast was great!
id like to say the drive to coffee bay was pretty smooth, and it was, until the turn off to get there. if there was ever a road more in need of a repair i think this may be the one. the potholes are so vast and so frequent, not to mention the roaming farm animals that think, clearly, that they own the road, especially blind corners, that its an assault course to end all others. wits must be present at all times otherwise careering into a stubbon goat is garanteed.
not much at coffee bay, 2 hostels, an italian restaurant and a drum shop. and the place we wanted to stay had no small houses left.. but it did have the 'kings house' on top of the hill. a very lovely
looking cottage fit for 5 people. perfect. we had to cross the sea/river to get there, which was fine until the tide came in and we got a little wet and cold when we had to cross, but it was worth it to have a house! and several guard dogs that came with it. and several african men keeping post outside the gates... but they were trying to sell us drugs.. not quite the same. the upstairs beds were very cool, but the banisters left a bit to be desired... there werent any! just some sheer drops onto the floor below. hmm.
went for a walk around the bay and through the little path that links the small bay to the big surfing bay. very pretty. played with the african boys and threw the frisbee around.
the dinner at the hostel was amazing. free dinner every sunday. and they had a starter and main course! the starter was muscles and oysters! can you believe that, for a starter at a hostel! people pay good money for that sort of thing in england (there are a fair few people that would also pay to keep the snot in a
rock as far away from them as possible.. not me though! bring it on!).. followed by a traditional chicken pojoke (stew) and rice and veg and homemade bread! amazing. the some african dudes came along and started banging some drums in time to each other. and some crazy girls (not us) got up to dance and it all became very tribal for a bit. ha, it was funny coz an african dude came a bit later and joined in wth his drum and tried to take lead, and kept missing the beat... much to the gathering annoyance of the actual lead drum man who kept rolling his eyes and giving him 'the look!'
then to bed.
25/5/09 was a monday and i really wanted boiled eggs. so we went to the small, understocked shop and got some. which i promptly managed to hard boil instead of soft boil. so much for culinary skills! we all went back round to the bay and the gang did a bit of surfing.. got a bit windy so we headed back to find they were doing a walk up the hill to watch the sunset. so we joined and it was very
nice. dinner was mutton curry and samp (yellow maize a bit like corn), veg and chutney. yummy! we watched the local african boys club come and do a dance and some singing for us and headed to bed to be up at 5 for the big drive, to joburg.
ltheres hardlyt much to say about a drive that was supposed to take 8 hrs (the locals estimation again!) and actually took 14hrs save we stopped off at some service stations and we may have been caught by a few speed cameras (unaware of the speed limit coz they change it every 2 seconds, even next to the toll booths!) and that we kept our doors firmly locked getting into joburg and stayed near the airport so we didnt have to go intot he centre and be killed mugged raped or pillaged. and we only got lost for a little bit right near the hostel. so it was alllllll good.
but we did get there late, and we had to take the car back to the airport. and this crazy guy came with us. he said he was the stepson of the guy that ran the place but not
sure how that relationship really came about, anyway, he was a tall skinny black african dude with very bloodshot eyes and reeked of booze.. and the first thing he did when we got to the car was asked to drive.. ummm no! then smoked in the petrol station! then when we got to the airport car park he proceeded to use kates phone (to phone for a lift for us back) and then take pictures with her phone all over the place. then we went to go in the lift and before we did he (his name was fanny by the way! no joke!) that he hated the woman in the lift.. we got in the lift.. no woman.. 'umm..what woman?' we said to which he replied 'wait wait... listen!'
'doors closing'
'that woman! the woman that says those things. i dont like her or the way she talks, shes a snob!'
PSYCHO! although he was quite funny or 'fanny' really. when we did get into the corridoor above fanny proceeded to wander around aimlessly for a bit before stopping in the middle of the floor and raising his hand and shouting 'can i order a toilet
please!'. yep, a completely pissed, stoned, insane nut job. but amusing and harmless with it.
we arrived back safely.. i think he may have been in trouble with his stepdad who noticed the suspicious red eye and dubious behaviour!
haha
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