Friday 29 April – The morning after the day before
The perfect start to a morning after a big night out, even in a small town is to: a] start early and go out for a jog; b] grab a camera and dash out to take sunrise pics; or c] sleep in late?
Well I will have you know that this morning, not even every single chirping bird in the nearby wetland could so much as rouse me from my slumber. As it is, the local rooster is now taking his 5th Lozenge after his failed attempts. That’ll teach ‘em!
At a shade after 1pm, I wound into the Wakkerstroom Country Inn planning on some grub. But before I could so much as case the joint, smiles and the lens were being pointed at me. First off, Helen Sikiti rubs up on me against a wall ……..of hats and even out-smiles my sleek looks.
A burger order later, I am chilling with Tania on the patio and wondering to myself why it is that there aren’t any goggles that would fit me like hers.
Now it’s all good having fine looks like mine, but I gots to keep my hot bod in check and so I gave Theresa, on holiday from Hannover in Germany, the opportunity of a work-out on her bike:
And seeing as I am also quite the gentleman, I also let her have the joy of pedalling and steering while I rest my weary noggin a little.
But all that wind blowing through my hair [oh come on, just imagine it!] has me hankering after the open space again. So I head over to the vlei in search of, …..things to see, …… things to do, …….and, …..
because I am feathertarion, the thought of a bird haven has a rather soft ring to it.
This place is just teeming with stunning vistas!
To the untrained eye, you’d mistake me for goofing about. But this is serious stuff. I search the highs and the lows of the wetland. I scope the scenery and even keep an eye for the nocturnals at sunset
But it’s not my day and as I leave, I touch sides with Thulani Mbtha and Sphamandla Luvono at the gate.
After a rather confusing exchange between us in Zulu and Snake, I concede defeat and tail it to the guest house.
But this exercise thing is stalking me. So I do the Frank Sinatra – my way – and sit me in the saddle seriously thinking about my victory speech at the Tour de France. Problem is, my ride ain’t got pedals, tyres, brakes, gears, a bell, handgrips, a chain, a saddle, tubes, a light, ….and some other stuff.
But never you mind, just the thought of it all has me all worked up and what do you know, I am soon needing a scrub down, especially as it´s Friday night!
Quite the outdoor beauty I am; au naturelle.
Laventaba Guest House is a far cry from my regular den but I can handle it. Jam-packed with antiques and art, it oozes character and old-world charm; just the place for me, my antics and heart
A flash later and a short trip down the drag, and I am soon dining in style at The Bistro@Metamorphis Gallery. Nothing but the best for me and the menu leaves me spoilt for choice.
In fact, it’s all so good that I call in afterwards on Chef Lizzie to land my personal thanks.
Now don’t get this all wrong and stuff, but that ain’t me about to wash dishes. It’s just a friendly cleaning of some of the excesses of a fine night’s cuisine……complements of the chef no less!
And so weary and worn, I slither to bed, to the comfort of a fire-warmed room and soft down feathered pillows. I may have missed my chance at the wetland, but we feathertarions like our birds any which way we can lay them down.