We braai’d

I don’t know why I always remove the E. Maybe four consecutive vowels just seems over the top.

Anyway, remember this from yesterday?

Of course you do.

Well, at that point, all of the above was true. But then we went to do a quick recce on the pub before we made a booking and… well… let’s just say that the braai option suddenly leapt into a massive lead.
And won. Immediately.
I’m not going to name the establishment in question, but wow… it made a lot of really rough places on the Wynberg Main Road seem positively clean and inviting. A dive bar, in a West End Coast Town, you could say. I did. I couldn’t help myself.

The only downside with the braai option was the wind, gusting to just below storm force and turning the braai into something like a blacksmith’s furnace. But we prevailed with ribs, boerie and porkies, and a bit of chicken for a vegetarian option.

Back in Cape Town now and missing the beach lifestyle of the West Coast, if not the icy cold waters of the Atlantic there. I’ll sort some photos at some point.
And that will reawaken the “Do I continue with Flickr?” debate. And then I won’t sleep for another month.

One last day

Getting this written early, because it’s clear that even the local cell network is not coping with more than 10 hours without power each day. The batteries in the towers run down during the first lot of loadshedding, never fully recover before the second, and simply die before the third session has finished. And it’s only going to get worse because they’re starting from progressively lower percentages each time.

It’s not good.

Thankfully, there are other distractions here, like the beach, the braai, the dunes, and several (or more) family games to play.

Oh, and the sunsets – very pretty stuff last night (unedited):

After yesterday’s run, I managed another wander this morning on the very soft sand and into a hellish headwind to get a few snaps of Mrs 6000 on her beach ride (horse, before you ask).

And now, another gentle day before a walk round to the local lighthouse and a decision of whether to braai again this evening or head to the local pub. Both options have their merits, and for the moment, I’m completely undecided.

Long live pretending that this sort of thing being the most taxing problem I have to face.

The road to forever

Just a quick snap I took on the Yzerfontein road out of Darling (so yes, technically, this post should be “The road to Yzerfontein” or “The R315”, but never mind that), while heading home yesterday.
It does kind of look at the road goes into the sky and into forever, but in actual fact, just over the hill in the distance were a few ostriches and the R27. Not quite as romantic as you were thinking, right?

I’m not sure that you can possibly imagine my stupidity er… the danger I put myself in to get this, standing in the middle of the road just around a blind bend. The risks we take in the name of art, hey?

I quite like this snap already (narcissistic bastard that I am), but I think it looks even better bigger on black. Go see.