We headed out to Joostenbergvlakte (halfway to Paarl) this afternoon for a braai with friends on their smallholding. Having arrived in the area a little early, we went for a quick drive up to an old haunt, Mrs 6000 had a quick vote (the queues near us being laughable, if not worse) and then we headed to our friends’ place, where we sank beers, ate meat and played cricket on a decidedly soft surface.
It was on the way there that we passed another smallholding, which houses the ‘Cape Wildflower Show’ (CLOSED UNTIL WINTER) – that smallholding was attratively named: Geenbuffelsmetgeenskootgeskietgeenfontein.
This is presumably (if not definitely) a play on… er… word of Tweebuffelsmeteenskootmorsdoodgeskietfontein – a farm in NorthWest Province, whose literal meaning is “Two Buffaloes Shot Dead With A Single Shot… Fountain”, presumably marking the site of some awesome feat of marksmanship… and a water source.
Farm Owner Allan Hill has evidently been less successful, the word ‘geen” which crops up thrice in his farm name, means “none”, thus “No Buffaloes Shot With No Shots And No Fountain”.
Disappointing stuff, although he does still have his VegTech Greenhouses, although he wouldn’t advise you to get one…
Oh dear. Poor Allan.
Anyway – his woes aside, we had a lovely time way up North and the kids saw dogs, sheep, horses, pigs, geese, chickens, cats and a puppy. Dad saw some Amstel and had to double check the car for stowaways and smuggled goods (especially the puppy) before we left.
Herewith the photography of Daniel Naudé, who currently has an exhibition on at the Stevenson Gallery in Cape Town. Naudé has been taking photographs of cattle in Uganda, Madagascar and India, and some of the images are astounding.
These guys are my favourites: Ankole cattle from Nyabushozi in Uganda.
In the days before Christianity arrived in this part of Africa, the Bahima people made offerings of milk to herdsman gods, and their language has many names for cattle that describe their characteristics. Even now, the keepers of these animals live pastoral lives, their culture deeply rooted in these cattle. The survival of the Ankole is at the heart of cultural and economic debates about indigenous African values and symbolism versus a Western emphasis on commercial concerns.
For this and much more fascinating information on the subject of sacred cattle, plus many more fantastic images, have a look at the gallery page, which also has opening times for the exhibition, which is on in Woodstock until 26th May.
I know it’s wrong (because there are some really nice places in France as well), but I couldn’t help laughing at this:
I’m still computerless and indeed now internetless as well (this post is being uploaded letter by letter by helpful pixies), but given just how shockingly bad yesterday was, today feels like a breeze. This is, however, being written before the guys servicing my car give me that call that the guys servicing your car always give you. So things could change.
When I get in tonight, and before the football, I intend to do things with weekend photos and a proper blog post. Watch this space (or at least the one just above it).
The first day back after the long weekend, and the first day of an almost full week. Finally!
The kids were looking forward to school and I had a definite spring of productivity in my step as I headed into work. Even the traffic wasn’t too bad.
But that was then.
Now – two failed laptops, a broken centrifuge, a promised delivery that hasn’t been delivered, Afrihost’s DSL authentication issue and a kettle that needed a(nother) punch to get it working, later – any remaining glimmer of positivity has been firmly extinguished. It’s not even ten o’clock and I’m effectively functionally stranded as everything around me falls to pieces.
This obviously isn’t your problem, and I very much doubt you even want to hear about it, but paradoxically, with so much to do, I need a few minutes away from everything just to get my head together. And I need to stay away from equipment and stuff before anything else breaks.
Right. And now, with a clearer mind, it’s once more unto the breach (although I’d still much rather once more onto the beach).
Have a special day.
Next time you’re down in Agulhas, find yourself a few bottles of this:
And then drink all of them.