The sounds of Africa

Two Brazilians pitched up tonight with two djembe drums they picked up for a song in Cape Town. We all got jammin' with some shakers and a random didge player and had a bit of a mellowed-out boogie. It was a beautiful moment; spontaneous, indigenous, natural and real. It was the sound of South Africa and has reminded me of the reasons why I fell in love with the country in the first place.

Ocean Vomit

We caught the tail end of a hectic storm a week or so ago that flooded lots of land, closed roads and gave us a stunning lightening show. The ocean has since vomited up a huge amount of kuk from the storm; driftwood, bamboo, three dead fish, one beached whale, a shoe, plastic bags, plastic bottles, soft drink cans, toothpaste and a bottle of whisky.... sadly empty.

Beached whale

And no, I'm not referring to my weight gain, there actually is a beached whale close by, sadly now a rather expired whale. The smell has wafted all the way through town as a mixture of cabbages and fishmongers and is not entirely pleasant as you can imagine. Haven't gone to take a look yet as seems rather grotesque and feel rather sorry for the poor bugger who ended up washed up on the beach for no known reason. Am currently wondering who is responsible for removing Mr. Whale and how they are going to do it... actually not too sure I want to know how they'll move it... someone mentioned chopping. Erk.

Out of the funk

My mood has improved since the last post and I can nearly stand up and stay there on a surfboard... surfer chick I am not, but I am excellent free entertainment for those watching! The weather has been distinctly English from random sun to random downpours and now the mist seems to have swallowed up the horizon so it's hard to tell where the sky ends and the sea begins.

Not happy bunny

So had a week of hell last week. Brain in over load, way too much time to think, too many arguements, lack of good intellectual company, living in an area of considerable non-excitement surrounded by narrow minded bigots for the most part. Whoever said they wanted to go travelling??

Hmm

So either no one reads my dribble (likely) or no one knows what they want to do with their life (probable).

Challenge of the day

I got asked today what I want to do with my life. For the first time in about 15 years, I had no answer to give. Nothing. Zero. Nada. Bugger all. Big blank space in my head. So thought I would ask the same question to those few of you that read this!


What do you want to do with your life?