Hugely busy day today. Literally one thing after another, and then some other things interspersed within those things.
Hectic, bru.
One of the things I really did have to get done was a visit to the Home Affairs Department, and as anyone in SA will tell you, that can take a whole day in itself.
Thankfully though, as I arrived, I was surprised to see that the place was just about empty, and I got my hopes up. This could be good!
And then I realised that I’d brought a horse with me.
Damn.
Rookie error. I’d left my cutlery. gun, cigarettes, camera, flip phone and wine at home…
…but I had brought a horse with me.
And you can hide a phone or some fags. A horse, though..? Not so much.
Even as I approached the desk, I could see the clerk looking over my shoulder at the horse. He shook his head (the clerk, not the horse), and I knew that this was going to be the end of my Home Affairs visit for the day.
Game over.
Look. it’s fair enough. I shouldn’t have brought a horse along. The signs do make it very clear that they’re not allowed.
Looks like I’ll be heading back there tomorrow.
Without a horse, obviously.