The end and the beginning.
I am now back in London, but first let me recount my last days in SA.
Easter Monday: Spend the day chilling with my folks, and attempt to organise on final drinking session. I thought it would be appropriate that I go to the Colony Arms for farewell drinks and so after dinner I head off with my sister as my designated driver. Get to The Colony expecting to be greeted by the waft of John Deere's, only to find that it was closed...wtf! So not to be deterred my mates moved onto plan B without so much as a hiccup- the Jolly Roger- you just can't fault it for consistency. It really is a fine establishment, and on my last night it was perfect! (You know it's good when even when it's shite Swimsuit Models go there.) The evening was a quiet affair as I suspect my mates were a little tired and had work the next day, so many couldn't come. No matter, my 2 greatest mates were there and the Castle Draft flowed nicely. My sister was a super star and didn't grumble once for having to stick around.
Tuesday: Last day in SA. Made sure the washing was done, returned my gran's car and took her for lunch. Then picked up my sister's car from the garage and took her to get the speakers, I had got her for her Birthday, installed. Then chilled at home watching cricket and passing the time before going to the airport. After my Dad dropped me off I found the pub showing the cricket and sat and had a drink and a couple cigs. Oh the dread of having to get onto he plane! On the plane I was seated amongst a german family and of course the youngest was next to me. The whole flight all I could think was, Oh My God... surely one kid does not need to piss this much. Every half an hour!!! Then he fell asleep and I felt the tension drain from my body and I got my PSP out. As I switched it on he woke up... it's as if he could smell the disc warming up and for the next couple hours proceeded to watch me play over my shoulder. He would lean closer and I would move it away so I cold see what I was doing, closer- move it away, closer- move it away... until I was eventually holding the console in the aisle and his neck was craning to see what was going on! The little pig dog! (swein hond).
Wednesday: Plane lands in Madrid, and thanks to my Schengen Visa still having 4 days left on it I didn't have to be sent to a different terminal with the rest of my TB/Aids/terrorist/asylum seeking countrymen. They really have funny regulations for anyone displaying the little green passport. This most recent example really highlighted this as I was able to bullshit my way through the entire airport all because I had a piece of paper glued into my passport saying that the french trusted me once... what a joke! Anyway, I got to Heathrow and called a cab as the thought of tubing it home was right up there with Chinese Water Torture. On arriving home I met my new housemate from New Zealand and after a ten minute discussion duly passed out on the couch from exhaustion!
Thursday: Woke up very confused as I wasn't sure where I was, and then spent the rest of the day catching up on the series I had missed while in SA.
So now it's back to the norm of the UK. Fortunately I have some exciting things to look forward to and the weather is playing nice so far. Got a TASS Group meeting this weekend and I expect some exciting news will be announced soon regarding this.
Easter Monday: Spend the day chilling with my folks, and attempt to organise on final drinking session. I thought it would be appropriate that I go to the Colony Arms for farewell drinks and so after dinner I head off with my sister as my designated driver. Get to The Colony expecting to be greeted by the waft of John Deere's, only to find that it was closed...wtf! So not to be deterred my mates moved onto plan B without so much as a hiccup- the Jolly Roger- you just can't fault it for consistency. It really is a fine establishment, and on my last night it was perfect! (You know it's good when even when it's shite Swimsuit Models go there.) The evening was a quiet affair as I suspect my mates were a little tired and had work the next day, so many couldn't come. No matter, my 2 greatest mates were there and the Castle Draft flowed nicely. My sister was a super star and didn't grumble once for having to stick around.
Tuesday: Last day in SA. Made sure the washing was done, returned my gran's car and took her for lunch. Then picked up my sister's car from the garage and took her to get the speakers, I had got her for her Birthday, installed. Then chilled at home watching cricket and passing the time before going to the airport. After my Dad dropped me off I found the pub showing the cricket and sat and had a drink and a couple cigs. Oh the dread of having to get onto he plane! On the plane I was seated amongst a german family and of course the youngest was next to me. The whole flight all I could think was, Oh My God... surely one kid does not need to piss this much. Every half an hour!!! Then he fell asleep and I felt the tension drain from my body and I got my PSP out. As I switched it on he woke up... it's as if he could smell the disc warming up and for the next couple hours proceeded to watch me play over my shoulder. He would lean closer and I would move it away so I cold see what I was doing, closer- move it away, closer- move it away... until I was eventually holding the console in the aisle and his neck was craning to see what was going on! The little pig dog! (swein hond).
Wednesday: Plane lands in Madrid, and thanks to my Schengen Visa still having 4 days left on it I didn't have to be sent to a different terminal with the rest of my TB/Aids/terrorist/asylum seeking countrymen. They really have funny regulations for anyone displaying the little green passport. This most recent example really highlighted this as I was able to bullshit my way through the entire airport all because I had a piece of paper glued into my passport saying that the french trusted me once... what a joke! Anyway, I got to Heathrow and called a cab as the thought of tubing it home was right up there with Chinese Water Torture. On arriving home I met my new housemate from New Zealand and after a ten minute discussion duly passed out on the couch from exhaustion!
Thursday: Woke up very confused as I wasn't sure where I was, and then spent the rest of the day catching up on the series I had missed while in SA.
So now it's back to the norm of the UK. Fortunately I have some exciting things to look forward to and the weather is playing nice so far. Got a TASS Group meeting this weekend and I expect some exciting news will be announced soon regarding this.
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