Saturday, November 24, 2018

South Africa Day 13

No more animals, no more scenic views for this day. We had been on the go for nearly two weeks. As I told the Irish girls, I need a day to paint my nails etc. They were quite amused. I think I did cut my fingernails. I am sure I did some plucking and trimming of hair that grows in wrong places. We sorted out packing for an early departure in the morning. It was a very pleasant day. R napped a good bit. I sat under shade with my tablet, reading your blog posts etc. While we had free beer and wine, I had a couple of g&ts while sitting outside. We even had a swim. No one seemed to take notice of two fat old men in the pool, but of course they would have, surreptitiously.


These are pretty birds.  Are they weaver birds?


There was cacophony in the morning as what I guess were weaver birds fed their young.


I think I played with camera settings to get this shot. Not too bad.


It is a tradition at the Buffalo Hotel to kiss the buffalo by standing on the bar and leaning over. I watched for a bit and realised the angle wasn't that great and so not much danger of falling down. The muscular bartender stayed below to catch anyone. I wanted to check his muscles and give an approving look with raised eyebrows and an oh, la la,  before I kissed the buffalo, but R gets embarrassed when I do things like that, so I did not. You can't really see his face, but he was nice looking and certainly capable of catching a falling damsel in distress and hopefully an older bloke.


I went outside to look around. I had never been outside the front of the hotel. There was a room to walk through where local people were dining. Two of the butchest looking dykes were just leaving after dinner with a couple of boys less than ten years old. Their children?  I don't know. It looked like it. I came back inside to see this lad arrive at the hotel. He asked our tour guide to play pool with him. He knew our tour guide's name, but our tour leader did not seem to know him. His shorts were terribly brief, and while I am not saying he is gay, I think so, but very straight acting. While there were plenty of men around watching rugby on the tv and drinking beer, it did seem to be the local place for gays and lesbians. I did ask the pool playing lad if I could take some photos and I bought him a drink. He told me his name, but it was a hard name to remember Afrikaans name.


Days have become confused. I think I have posted more days in South Africa than we were actually there. I will blame the cameras dates for photos being out of sync and confusing me.

There was an incident, involving me! So, ok, this happened the night before. Two men were chatting outside at a table, one smoking furiously. Later it turned out to be that the non smoking one was our tour guide in Kruger Park the next day. He had given up smoking and was now vaping. Good for him. I stood outside not far away at a tree table and a doe eyed African youth came up to me. I assumed he was staff. He politely asked if he could speak to me. Of course. Don't mind me looking at my phone while we speak. I asked him if the empty container he had was his dinner. Yes, he said. I then asked, do you actually work here? Yes, he said with little confidence. Some vague chat. His voice was soft and quiet. Eventually I said I said I must rejoin my friends. Ok, he said. I will call you later. I replied, sure, please do. But he did not have my phone number. What was that all about, but I didn't give much thought to it until the next day when I heard the hotel compound security had been breached. Apparently this lad got in and he should not have. Our Kruger Park guide was going ballistic at management. Do you realise how much cash we are carrying and how much we have in our rooms overnight. 

R gleefully informed everyone how I was involved in the security breach. Well, no damage done. The breacher of security lad did have the prettiest of eyes but I can well imagine him going through things to find some loot. 

25 comments:

  1. A day to 'wash one's hair and veg out' is so necessary towards the end of a holiday isn't it? Or at least if you are not to return from holidays NEEDING a holiday.
    I wonder how many security breaches start as simply as that one? Probably lots.

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    1. PS: I do like the shot where you played with the settings.

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    2. Thanks EC. What got me is why did the staff not alert management. They must have picked that he did not belong at the hotel.

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  2. The cheek of that young man, but also clever and well thought out..
    Always lovely to have a day of doing those things we have to do.
    Like your photo you fiddled the camera to get..

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    1. Margaret, cheeky yes, clever, not so much. He didn't get to do anything wrong. Yes, time to fiddle with a camera is good.

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  3. Unfortunately a 'breach of security' can cost you your life. Some of these people will kill for just $1.

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    1. Cro, from what I heard it was a very rare breach but a very serious one. I wish I knew a bit more detail.

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  4. Reading all your trip reports over the past couple of weeks Andrew has reinforced the idea I had that I don't want/need to take a holiday in Africa. Years ago I think it might have been all jolly good fun (and interesting as well) but not now. Thanks for the dailies - looking forward to your summing up one
    Cathy

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    1. Cathy, you really have to be keen on seeing the animals. I confess, I was not that keen, but did really like seeing them. My really nice time was seeing Cape Town. It is a world class city with a few rough edges.

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  5. Honestly you're so soft, one look at liquid eyes and you're drooling and rolling over for a pat. Next trip I'll advise R to have you micro-chipped so he can go an drag you home.

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    1. Jah Teh, I couldn't be bothered now but in the past before there was microchipping, that was when I needed to be microchipped. Not proud, but no regrets.

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  6. Wow i am jealous of your trip and Great photos

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  7. On a hot day, next to a beautiful pool, with free beer and wine, no one would take notice of two old men in the pool, fat or otherwise. The pool and the alcohol represent heaven on earth.

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    1. Quite so Hels. It was a very pleasant day.

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  8. Glad nothing went amiss, it could have happened to anyone.
    Sometimes holidays can be so hectic you need to take another holiday at home before going back to work.

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    1. Sami, too true, but we felt pretty ok when we returned, aside from a bit of jet lag.

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  9. When I go off alone, I will do all my traveling during the day, while alone.
    I was badly mugged some years ago and since then I am very careful!

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    1. Really Maribeth! How awful. Where was that?

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  10. I don't know how I missed this post yesterday. Those little yellow birds are quite pretty. Around the flats here we have a couple of dozen baby rainbow lorikeets, they were hatched in the huge gum tree that hangs over the back of the set of garages where mine is and now they are old enough to be getting around everyone's fruit trees. such a racket, but so pretty to watch. Too fast for the camera though.
    Anyway...glad you got a day to rest and recuperate, it's always necessary even when you aren't away on holiday.
    It was lovely seeing Africa through your camera and now I feel I don't need to go if I ever go anywhere. There are still places I'd like to see, but I have the internet and google earth.

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    1. River, I know the lorikeets well. Yes noisy, and fast. Glad to have provided a service for you.

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  11. So good to have a relaxing day to rest and recharge in the middle of a hectic holiday. Ooooh la, an incident, this is going to be an amusing conversation story for months Andrew 😀

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    1. Possibly Grace, at my expense.

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  12. Oh yikes he sounds like a practiced sort, in his manner, with weaving his way into places. I don't think I'd kiss a dead buffalo. Or even a live one.

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    1. Strayer, while very quiet, I can imagine him rifling through things with skill. We didn't snog the buffalo. It was barely a touch.

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