Category: this is south africa

Another video

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A quieter video.
Because this morning, I did try to watch a bit of the live stream video that I suggested to you yesterday.

But wow. It was a tough watch. Mainly because of the Boksburg accents and the general varbe, boet.

It’s Dawie Louw Drarving A Nissan R Thurty Farve Skar Larn, Rarnd The Rart Hander, Klaapping A Tarm Of Free Forty Farve Point Naught, Boet.

Eish.

162kph average speed from a standing start, though. Impressive.

But here’s something a bit more gentle and easy, which I also heard yesterday and which made me smile and sing along.

Beautiful song.

Today was Founder’s Day at school, with at least one proud dad moment, and this afternoon is going to be napping, football and an evening braai.

All good in the sunshine.

Speed Classic Cape Town

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Car racing is not really my thing, but there’s been a lot of buzz about this inaugural hill climb around the slopes of Table Mountain (it’s actually a bit more Devil’s Peak, but who’s counting) this weekend.

Up to 10,000 spectators expected, and a lot of road closures and pain for anyone working in town and living down south, but… another event to land Cape Town on the global map of… events, I guess.

There’s racing 8am-3pm on Saturday and 9am-5pm on Sunday, so plenty to see, although they are still trying to sell tickets, so I’m not sure how successful it has all been.

Yet.

Livestream stuff is available here for all event on both days, and I’ll try to remember to have a look in at some time.

Have fun if you are going along.

We keep going

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Another win, and this one after we’d been really poor in the first half. And then we went and scored three goals. I don’t know what happened, but it looked like the same old, same old when we got to half time, and then someone put a firecracker under our collective arses in the second period.

Still, I’m not complaining. My only gripe is that the excitement and adrenaline prevented me from sleeping for quite a lot of the night. And that’s left me a bit broken today.

On the plus side, I’m off to emulate some of the heroics from last night by playing a bit of the old togger tonight, for the first time in ages.

As I type, it’s only 33C out there, so I’m sure it’ll be an extremely uncomfortable a fun and pleasant experience.

Another day, another car park

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Gone are the days of the twice weekly sojourns to the old car park in Milnerton.

But Tuesday afternoons bring me to a different car park at the moment.

We nearly died getting here. In slow motion, sure, but still. The Stanhope Road bridge in Claremont – IYKYK – was like the Wild West this afternoon, with four lanes of taxis, Checkers bikes and old women in Mercedes fighting it out to get into the one remaining lane over the bridge. The traffic lights weren’t even being treated as a suggestion by anyone.

Every man, woman and vehicle for him, her and them self.

Absolute chaos.

And this car park is somehow worse today in that there’s a water polo match going on just over there [points], and water polo is the most whistle-happy sport in the world.

Every. Three. Seconds.

Additionally, Vodacom is misbehaving. Not in an illicit corporate way (possibly, anyway), but in just not providing any decent service. And that’s making my time here rather fruitless and very frustrating.

Who even knows if this blog post will work? But I need to get it done now because it’s curry for dinner and Sheffield United for the win this evening.

Well, definitely the curry bit, at least.

Let’s pray to any available deity and hit the PUBLISH button. 

A good night for the football

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Not had very many of them recently, and not the biggest fan of international football, but both South Africa and England are on their way to North America for next year’s World Cup.

England’s progression was a bit of a foregone conclusion, but Bafana Bafana needed to put last week’s rubbish performance behind them and win, and hope that Nigeria did the business over Benin.

All the things happened, all the stars aligned, and so it was a good night for the football.