I’ve been back home (Cape Town) for less than a month and I’ve already planned my next two adventures. The first adventure on the agenda is a trip to Joburg. A few girlfriends and I are planning to attend a concert there. Plane, train AND concert tickets have already been purchased. Yes, that’s right, we’ve purchased TRAIN tickets from Cape Town to Joburg. That’s a 26 hour journey!
The second adventure on the agenda is a family trip to Durban. I an’t wait to cycle along the Durban beach front.
On Sunday I watched lithe bodies glide and twirl across a temporary dance floor at Sea Point Pavilion. The event (salsa sun-kissed series) was hosted by my friend, Maria. Here are some of the photos I took at the event.
The next event will take place on 16 February between 15:30 – 19:00. There is no cost associated with the event.
I’m back home in Cape Town and feeling like I’m exuding masala from my pores. I’m a whole another level of sexy.
The following images were taken in Udaipur.
On Sunday, my beautiful sister married her long term boyfriend.
The outfit my sister wore to the mosque.
Me holding the world’s cutest baby. Love this kid.
A picture of a toy zebra standing next to a Quran.
My sister’s second outfit, worn at the reception.
On seeing my outfit for the wedding my grandmother said to my dad, “Look at the short dress this one is wearing.”
Me: Actually this is LONG by my standards.
My dad simply laughed. My dad is all kinds of awesome.
Pictures taken at my sister’s bachelorette party on Friday. The party was held in my apartment and we had so much of fun, playing games such as “pin the junk on the hunk” and “toilet paper wedding dresses”.
I was in a minor car accident on Saturday morning. Heart sore.
It is official. My cousin’s baby is cuter than my kitten.
If you’re looking for an interesting read this morning, I recommend David Sedaris’ article on his sister’s suicide.
If you’re looking for an interesting photo/travel blog to devour, I recommend Pomelo.
A few days ago I wrote a blog post on the highlights of my trips abroad. I that post, I proudly proclaimed that the only thing I loved about Paris, was the Louvre. Seconds after posting that, I stumbled on THIS blog post. And now I’m all, “Ooooh pretty. Perhaps I was too hasty. Perhaps I should give Paris a second chance?”
Anyway, here’s part 2 of my travel highlights.
Garden Route (2010) – Watching a woman get stabbed in Jeffrey’s Bay, for daring to steal another man’s alcohol. Ha, I kid. I didn’t actually see her get stabbed. I just saw her prone, bleeding body in the street. Nah, I think that the highlight of this trip would be the treetop zip-lining.
Bali (2011) – Running through streets of Bali during a thunderstorm. It was frightening and exhilarating and I’d never before experienced anything like it. The other highlight of my trip was experiencing my very first earthquake.
Lombok (2011) – Snorkelling. I suffer from claustrophobia. I freak out in tiny dark spaces (and yet I did an underground tunnel tour of the city), and hate having a mask cover my mouth and nose. Preparing myself mentally for the task was the best decision of my life. I swam above a turtle and saw so many incredible looking fish. I tried to memorise the colours and shape of each and every fish. I wanted to describe each fish in detail. It was just such a wonderful experience.
Kula Lumpur (2011) – Eating authentic Indian food off a banana leaf.
New Orleans (2011) – The ghost and phantom tour. Our guide was a comedic genius and I loved every minute of the tour.
Washington DC (2011) – The Lincoln Monument. There’s just something so majestic about the statue. It might just be its size.
Photos taken in Washington DC.
This weekend was spent eating Nutella straight from the jar, running my first half-marathon in weeks, watching a Jimmy Carr stand-up comedy DVD and “botanizing”.
“I once fucked a woman with one leg.”
“I should have used my cock.”
He then goes on to mime using his one leg to fuck a woman.
I ran my first half-marathon on Saturday. At the 4km mark I was lucky enough to witness a guy take a dump behind a tree. I must admit that I really admire his technique. Feet firmly on the ground, hands on knees and arse lifted towards the heaven. It was a sight to behold.
When I relayed the above story to Fahiema, she asked, “Was it a runner?”
Me: What? Are you talking about the person or the consistency of his stool?
Anyway, the race did not go well. I was hoping to set a new personal best (anything under 2:08), but was struck by pins and needles and could barely keep up with the sub 2:15 pacesetter.
The following Instagrams were taken on my hike at Silvermine Nature Reserve.
View from the Elephant’s Eye, a cave at Silvermine Nature Reserve.
I am currently reading, “A splendid thousand sun” by Khaled Hosseni. He’s the very same guy who brought us “The kite runner”.
A few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to spend a week in Durban with my folks. Here are some Instagram photos of my time there.My dad and his friend minutes before the start of the Comrades Ultra-marathon. This is the third time that my father has run the Comrades. In previous years he has missed the 12 hour cut-off by minutes. This year however the Comrades Whisperer (me) was on hand to murmur words of encouragement, and he made it to the finish line with 9 minutes to spare. Watching the sunrise from the window of my hotel room (Durban Spa). I absolutely loved the weather in Durban. The warm winter days were such a welcome relief to Cape Town’s wet and utterly miserable weather.Photo of turtle taken at Ushaka Marine World. I was captivated by the humongous range of pretty fish on display in Ushaka’s aquarium. CAPTIVATED. I would have been more than happy to spend an entire day marveling at the colourful fish.
Durban Fun World.
On Sunday, a friend and I went shopping at the Waterfront – he needed a few things for his Mac. While he quizzed the shop assistant about various products, I scrutinised the sound systems. After selecting his items, he headed over to the checkout till to pay. Because that’s how it works in stores – you select a few items and then you pay.
Anyway, it was at this point that I sidled over to him. I stood right on top of him and started rifling through his purchases.
Cashier: Are you together.
Internal me: Noooo. I just like standing next to random strangers in shopping malls and fingering their purchases. Seriously?
Future Travel Plans
On the bus from our seafront hotel (Durban Spa) to Moses Mabhida Stadium in Durban, my mother and I got to talking. I confessed that it was my lifelong dream to India, but that I was simply too afraid to go by myself. And just like that, without a moment’s hesitation, my mother offered to join me.
That was almost a month ago. Since then the plan has morphed. My cousin and brother are keen to join us as well.
My cousin wants to do the Golden Triangle. I don’t really care as long as I get to see the Taj Mahal, gorge myself on curry, and wear a sari.
I’ve recently rediscovered my love of Ludovico Einaudi.
I am OBSESSED with George RR Martin’s “A song of ice and fire” series (the Game of Thrones television series is based on these books.) I am currently reading the fifth book in the series (A Dance of Dragons).
I once told a friend that one of my greatest fears was that George (we’re on a first name basis) would die BEFORE he finished the series. Or worst that the final book would be a complete disappointment, and she laughed at me like I was crazy. I think it’s a justifiable fear.
I have also purchased the latest David Sedaris novel, and The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway.
I am surprised and greatly honoured to learn that some of my friends and family members have used my photographs for their Facebook profiles. It is such a huge compliment.