If all is well, I will be on a plane to George when this post pops up onto the interwebs. Such is the magic of WordPress.

I say “if all is well”, but I have grave doubts that all will be well. I’m writing this with exactly 12 hours to go before take off; my son has bronchitis, my wife has bronchitis and in a foolish act of solidarity, little K-pu is displaying the first signs of bronchitis.
It does not bode well. In fact since I just took up a Med-Lemon to my ailing wife, it’s boding a whole lot worse as she just told me how much the flights cost. Now I too feel slightly sick, which explains the medicinal brandies I’m just poured myself.

Anyway, given that I expect to have almost exactly no sleep tonight, I’m going to leave it at that for now.

If we do make it to George, I am going to make a special effort to meet the mayor, Phillipus Hendrik “Flip” de Swardt.
I will tell him that he has a great name. Then I will ask him if he has any decent brandy.

Tomorrow’s post is all about maps. I know that because I wrote it 10 minutes ago.

3 thoughts on “George

  1. Ah my old stomping ground. Try not too speak the rooinek taal too loudly when in the dros or keg. If the Carousel is still open go have a triple klippes & coke (no ice) & enjoy the windsurfing.. lol

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