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Nearly forgot (twice)

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One of those days where time just slips by so easily. Visitors, an afternoon chilling in the sun before an evening braai. It’s all good, until you remember that you need to write a blog post.

I hadn’t quite forgotten, honestly. In fact, I was just settling down in front of the fire, under impractical, romantic lantern light, with my first brandy this week (I haven’t been 100%) to pop some words onto the site when the huge beetle hit the back of my neck. And in the shock of that, I did almost forget that you readers deserve some verbiage.

So this is it. I’m sitting in front of a cosy, if now slightly past it, braai fire, the sounds of the South Atlantic and a-ha’s 2010 concert in Oslo vying for my aural attention, and yes, that glass of brandy in my hand, and yes, that beetle on the back of my neck.

I’ll be honest: it’s not a bad situation.

Apart from the beetle, obviously.

It’s off the hook!

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Struisbaai is known as the party capital of Cape Agulhas, and no more so than at this festive time of year. Later today, there’s a Langarm Kompetisie up at the new nightclub in the industrial estate, but I fear that even that won’t match up to the excitement of yesterday’s Sasco promotion at the the local ‘OK’ supermarket (named thus to avoid trade descriptions issues with their original choice of ‘Really Good’):

This man bought a loaf of Sasko bread at ‘OK’, and got to spin the mystery wheel of fortune outside the store.

You’ll never believe what he won:

SOME BREAD ROLLS! Jeez. Times are tough, eh?

Please note Sasko (bakery company) c.f. Sasco – revolutionary student movement.
It should also be noted that only one of these is offering the chance to win R10 worth of products outside the Struisbaai ‘OK’.

But still, BREAD ROLLS!!!!!

DAMN! STRUISBAAI REALLY ARE OFF THE HOOK THIS HOLIDAYS!

That Saturday in holiday season

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Cape Agulhas is full. If you are planning on coming, don’t bother. It’s full. Even Mary and Joseph would have been turned away. The stable has long since been converted into holiday flatlets and they’re full. All of them.

“Son of God? Nee, man. Been there done that. And did you really ride that donkey down from Bredasdorp? Ag, no wonder the traffic’s been so kak.”

It’s not that I don’t love Agulhas when it’s like this. I still like the place, but maybe just a little bit less than when I have the beaches to myself. There are impromptu brandy & coke parties attended by loud Afrikaners springing up all over the village in the holiday houses that only get used for a fortnight each year. The beagle is constantly being triggered (not in a SJW way) by the unusual noise and occasional raucous laughter as Oom Koos van Pretoria cracks another joke about the Stormers back line.
I’m still happy to be here. Still recognise that I’m very lucky to be here. But I can’t wait to experience this place again when the crowds have disappeared and there’s just me and the beagle on the beach once more.

Jaded

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Last night was the club’s annual award ceremony and it involved some ridiculously good food and some not inconsiderable drinking. Three different sorts of beer, three different sorts of wine and an interesting whiskey later, I arrived home (via Uber with 1.6x surge pricing, nogal) in a tired and emotional state.

My bed has been crying out for me since I left it early this morning to go Christmas shopping, and it’s only now that I happily find myself reunited with my favourite pillow. I have a drive down to Agulhas to look forward to tomorrow, so I’m going to accept its generous invitation to treat my head to a little lie down and hopefully we can stay together until morning.

More on that Agulhas trip “soon”. [He means tomorrow – Ed.]