There are nearly a billion people in Africa.
Maybe a hundred thousand of them write blogs. About 6 of those blogs are any good.
And lucky you – you’re reading one of them.
Might I suggest a quick dip on the lottery this evening? You are obviously on a roll.
Anyway – why all these exciting stats? Well, because of those billion people on mainland Africa, I am currently the furthest south, as I am writing this post from Cape Agulhas. Not from the village of L’Agulhas – the most southerly village in Africa. Nor from the Cape Agulhas lighthouse – the most southerly lighthouse in Africa. Not even from the little Cape Agulhas monument – the most southerly monument marking the most southerly point in Africa – in Africa. I’ve wandered onto the rocks behind there to bring you what must be the most southerly blog post in Africa. And it’s low tide. Believe me, this is going to be pretty tough for anyone to beat without some sort of major engineering project.
North of me, a billion impoverished individuals with a big desert at the top. South of me, ocean. Plenty of it.
Anyway – I’ve said my piece, I’m off for a(nother) beer.
…yet still with an interwebs connection, albeit GPRS.
So here we are then. 11:30 Sunday morning and I’ve only been up 6 hours already. That’s because our Southern Cape self-catering accommodation fits the usual bill of Southern Cape self-catering accommodation by having tissue paper curtains which only allow the light in as soon as it gets light. In addition, it further demonstrates the accepted stereotype by having the world’s slowest flowing hot water. Even a shallow bath for the kids took forever to run last night. I’ve just turned the tap on ready for this evening, as bathtime is only 7 hours or so away.
Other than those expected aberrations, the place is actually pretty ropey. But that can easily be overlooked – literally, in fact – when you have a view out of the window like this .
Here’s what we’re dealing with this morning
Wow. That beach looks lonely – my beer and I had better go keep it company.
More later, sports fans…
…I’ve seen too much.
The Parlotones have “filmed” their “new” video in Cape Town.
It’s different. It’s cool. It features an animated giraffe.
That’s all the boxes ticked then…
More at: http://www.powerzone.co.za/theparlotones
Rumour and intrigue have been surrounding the recent paucity of posts on 6000 miles… There were pleas and rebukes on Facebook. There were personal emails filled with concern and bitter allegations. There was even a phone call, although to be fair, that turned out to be a wrong number.
But while readers speculated wildly, none of them hit the nail on the head. I have mainly just been sleeping.
The 6000 miles… Southern Cape Tour™ starts next week. Look out for live blogging from beyond the Overberg including (I hope) the southernmost blog posting in Africa from somewhere near a big stripy lighthouse.
Flickr should also be fairly busy, but maybe only once I get back, thanks to those pesky bandwidth regulations around Bredasdorp.
The interwebs in South Africa was set ablaze last week by the unfortunate incident which befell the Chairperson of the Finance Portfolio Committee, Nhlanhla Nene, live on SABC2. To cut a not ever so long story short, the chair he was sitting upon (as you do) while being interviewed, collapsed. And his job title – Chairperson – geddit?
This has led to him being the laughing stock of South Africa, and, since the video has now had close on 500,000 views on YouTube – the world.
But this all happened last week and this whole story should be finished, gone, disappeared into the annals of internet history. And indeed, we would all have moved on if it weren’t for the actions of one man: Mr Nhlanhla Nene. He’s now threatening to sue the SABC for… well… “something” because of the embarrassment he has suffered. As 5fm’s Breakfast DJ Gareth Cliff mentioned this morning – with each serious comment Nene makes about the incident, the more comical it becomes. If only he could just laugh along with us… but no.
I wasn’t going to show you the video. It’s old news and while it is quite funny, there’s really only so much amusement that one can derive from a bloke falling off a chair on live TV.
But, since he wouldn’t let it lie:
Ladies and Gentlemen – I give you Nhlanhla Nene: a fat bloke with no sense of humour.
Heh heh – he fell off his chair. Again.