Showing posts with label Mosselbaai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mosselbaai. Show all posts

Wednesday, 8 April 2009

Wake up, the bird is up singing

The early bird catches the worm, but the even earlier cat caught the bird still snoozing. I opened my eyes when I felt Basil's skinny paws pattering on the mattress. I could have easily spend a couple of hours more in my bed with the Bob the Builder duvet. After sleeping in a bed for kids, I took a shower with showergel for men and compensated it with a miniskirt.

After many tiresome weeks I took a breath of fresh air and watched the ugly but ever adorable Dassies sunbathing on the rocks.

Tuesday, 7 April 2009

I was out in the bay bay bay, they all go dum dum dum

A friend once said I would make a fine drugs courier with my innocent looks, but since they stopped me at customs I have scratched that possibility of my career options list. A genuine surprised face doesn't prevent from be under suspicion when you manage to give four different answers to the same question. After a while the man realised there was a greater chance of stupidity than criminality and I could finally leave the airport.
I reunited with my brother, but there wasn't much time to observe his environment as we immediately hit the road. I tried to keep my eyes wide open and absorb everything, but once we were past the first few kilometers of the currogated iron township houses I drowsed off. When I woke up we had arrived in Mosselbaai where we spend the night at Gail's house. We drank rooibos tea on her terrace and watched Mosselbaai from the top of the hill.