Cricket World Cup - Go Proteas........just go away!

So today we mourn the events that happened on the cricket pitch in the West Indies last night. If I’m not mistaken it is now the second World Cup in a row that our national cricket team managed to screw up in a spectacular way.

The question regarding match fixing came up in my mind last night, call it sour grapes if you want, but I’m sure it is not all that far fetched that the match could have been bought considering the sage around the late Hansie Cronje and now also the rumors surrounding the murder of Bob Wolmer.

Maybe we should start directing more money towards cricket like we do with soccer. I mean if the national soccer coach can earn over a mil a month, I’m sure we can afford to buy a Cricket World Cup……

From East to South

Hi people! Luckily Monday has come and gone and considering that this is a 4 day week, things are looking better by the day. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that my reader base has grown considerable since I went on holiday, which does make me slightly unconvertible as I will have to watch my mouth in future……

I promise not to drag this on again, ek klink seker al soos ‘n plaat wat spring, but things at Mooikloof Ridge are just going south even though we are located in the East of Pretoria. By the way the water problem persists even though we were promised that it would have been resolved mid April, but our security system is now fully functional. The estate is now so secure that the residents can’t get out! It took some of my neighbors 35 minutes this morning to leave the gates of the estate. A nice start to one’s peak hour traffic in the morning don’t you think!

It was also brought to my attention (by a new reader Celeste) that the residents of the neighboring estate, the people living in the self-assembled-iron-bush-villas are now not only burning the landscape and decorating the place with our national flower (the plastic bag), but also helping themselves to the personal belongings of drivers stopping at some of the traffic lights in Garsfontein Rd by demolishing car windows. So people pack away those fancy cell phones, laptops and jewelry as there are some villains doing some sidewalk shopping in the area, and if you are driving a BMW like myself whom apparently are the favorites to be taken from its rightful owners , keep it in Sport Mode you never know when you might need to turn Garsfontein Rd into the starting grid of the Pretoria East Grand Prix.

Back in town

And so do all good things come to an end. I’m back in Gauteng after a splendid holiday in the Mother City. As they say time flies when you’re having fun, but I must admit that being home doesn’t feel al that bad.

As you can see I’m sharing some of the footage from the trip with you, but I thought that sharing everything might be a bit of an overkill. Freaky got a new camera and got trigger happy at some stages which resulted in the 2 GB of pictures I have from the past week, so what you’re seeing is just a few of the highlights.

Speaking of highlights, I had the opportunity this past weekend to experience what it must have felt like to be an 1980s millionaire with enough cash stashed away to last a lifetime. As you might have guessed I’m talking about my long awaited classic convertible SL Mercedes that I rented for the weekend.

I cruised the streets of Cape Town like Bobby Ewing did through downtown Dallas on his way to Southforke Range. With the wind through my hair on a sunny day I could hear the roar of the straight six engine like angles singing a love song as we went for sundowners in Camps Bay, Clifton, Green Point, Blouberg. . . . . Other drivers can’t resist to challenge you on every straight piece of road, which is very difficult to resist as it’s an experience and a half to feel the nose rise as you step down on the excellerator followed by an unmistakable growl that can only come from a blue blooded three pointed star. (In Mauritius’s words, dis befok!)

It was with great sadness that I returned the car yesterday morning to it’s owners, but I am considering to acquire something very similar someday.

We (me, Freaky, Heinrich and Mauritius) ended the trip on a high note (followed by a very low note), as we got stuck in some (a few dozen) shooters on Saturday night. This was after our club hopping with the Benz. I promised not to reveal too much detail about the night on here, but not to worry guys some portions I have difficulty remembering in any case. Just some advice, ending an evening after a few gallons of shooters with the ultimate flaming Lamborgini when you have to catch a flight the next morning (turbulence….air pressure!!!) is not a very good idea. For the rest as they say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and if any of you want a reminder, I do have some uncensored footage I discovered on my camera that can be viewed on request.

Ok I have to do my time sheets now!!!

Signal Hill

Me and Dawie cocktails in Camps Bay

Marais, Heinrich & Mauritius

Wine farms

My masterpiece

Table Mountain

The babe magnet

Sundowners in Camps Bay

Sundowners in Camps Bay

Sundowners in Camps Bay

House hunting in Clifton

Cocktails in Green Point

Cocktails in Blouberg . .

Die Kaap is nog Hollands

I came to another conclusion just now, and that is that I might qualify as a work-aholic. I had trouble sleeping so I got up at 2am and started working on some inventory management reports for one of my clients. Just keep in mind that I am on holiday. But I must say, working on the reports quickly helped for the sleeplessness as I quickly became bored and started yawning.

Cape Town is an absolute jol. I realized on Wednesday that I am still afraid of heights when we went up Table Mountain in the cable car, but the view from the top is worth the agony of the ride up and down.

On Tuesday we took a tour through the whole process of making wine at Landskroon estate, and we also tasted some wine extracted from the barrels in the cellar. The device used to extract the wine looks like if it can also be used to fertilize larger mammals, which put a slight aftertaste in the port we were tasting.

Yesterday we visited the aquarium at the V&A Waterfront. For R70 you can watch two sharks swim by and see 40 replicas of Nemo. I built a sand castle all by myself, because Freaky was too lazy to help.

We got lost again when Freaky drove the Yaris, I’m starting to see a trend here, today I’m taking the wheel to Stellenbosch, otherwise we might end up on the flats…..

Tot later….. I will upload some of my 1.5 GB photos soon... internet in Cape Town is not that accessible...

Car Talk

Good morning every one. Long time no speak! I am still alive if anyone was wondering…. I did come close to death last night though, or at least that was what I would imagine it would feel like to spend your last few moments on earth in a high speed car chase through Table View with a turbo charged Volvo with an aspiring race driver behind the wheel who just had to show an orange Ford waar Dawid die wortels gegrawe het. I was impressed with both the car and the driver’s abilities, I took the car for a spin (literally) myself and enjoyed the ride, but I sustained minor injuries when Freaky took the wheel (not used to an automatic) and send both me and Heinrich through the windscreen when he mistook the brake for the non-existing clutch, he later also detoured over a sidewalk, I think I have blue marks over my chest from the seatbelt.

While I’m waiting in anticipation to collect my convertible Mercedes (this afternoon for the weekend) we are driving a Toyota Yaris….. Ja I know it’s probably the ultimate chick car, and I know someone that are a proud driver of one of these little lunch boxes, I must say the car has got guts, but too much guts and no glory can be dangerous as I almost discovered on Wednesday night on my way to Camps Bay…. poor Dawie was glad to arrive alive at the City Lodge….nevertheless 160km/h for a 1.3 liter with four guys aboard is not too shabby I suppose, just don’t attempt to change direction. Space wise, apart from the 17 glove compartments (and I include the boot as one of them as you can’t call it a boot) you also have 5 cup holders. At the end of the day nothing revs like a rental so we are enjoying the car, we will be taking it off road tomorrow in Stellenbosch…..

Lekker by die see

Greetings from the Mother City. My long awaited Cape Town break finally arrived. We flew down on Friday night, but only arrived on Saturday morning due to unforeseen delays at the OR Thambo International Airport. I can’t remember this to be the case in the old days when it was still called Jan Smuts but lets not go there, I’m on holiday and we are here at last.

I wish you all a very productive week ahead, I will try my very best to have as much fun as possible without being irresponsible. Just as proof that I am really here, and not sitting at home in front of the TV, see picture below.

I'm leaving on a jet plane......

Good afternoon my devoted readers. Hope this friday the 13th was not too unlucky. I will be leaving Gauteng in a few hours, next time you hear from me will be from the mother city.

Koebaai