Monday, December 8, 2008

Westville Is For Lovers.

It has been a while, hasn't it. It is an actual ridiculosity, the state of my dependence on all things electronic, and case in point - the intraweb. Enough dilly-dallying though, there is much to tell that has happened over the last two weeks.

We have established that I am in Durban. I Love Durban. I love the sweat and motion of the suburbs, the hustle of the unfairly warm ocean and of course - the rain. Last week saw to me entertaining Nick who comes all the way from Cape Town, the highlight of which trip can be collected in this one experience. We shall call it wake-skating, or flow-boarding, or maybe tow-skate-waking. It's hard to tell what it is, apart from being downright fun. Basically what you need to do is attach a sturdy rope to the back of a moving golf cart, get your friend Tom to drive and then you hold on to said rope whilst balancing on a cheap skateboard from the last decade, purchased from Makro. I think in some parts of the free world it is actually an illegal past-time. It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. And then like the shirts from Mr. Price say - it gets absolutely hilarious. Safe to say Nick saw his guava, not once but twice and at quite a speed I should let you know. He shoulder charged the kerb in a way only Butch James could be proud of.

I left the evening's proceedings unscathed. Until two nights later. The roads had a slight damp covering, and the wheels had a slight 5 Abec bearing jump up (to all us regular folk that means my wheels were 5 times as fast and fluid as they were the first night). Things were mostly going my way until I caught a speed wobble. And everything happened in slow motion. I saw it coming, I felt my legs turn to jelly and then tense up as I careened down the road on angled foot at about 20 kph. I couldn't right myself in time and stretched out my arms to await my tarred bed of slam-dunkery. It was sore. It was fun, and I'd do it all over again, except i wouldn't fall this time.

This last week has seen a bit of action on my behalf which is great because usually what I do is come to durban and sit and vegetate in front of the TV after being deprived of the tubular glory for the better part of the year. But you will be pleased to know that I have found my feet moving around.

Allow me to share a wonderful revelation I received this last week. I visited a church on Florida Road, which is odd you might think, with it being fashion and party central of Durban (the road not the church - you know its odd to find a church here) and the preacher man dropped a little nugget into my mind grapes (if, of course you will allow me to mix my metaphors). It was something to the effect of - generally speaking, young single girls and guys look for themselves in potential partners. We try and evaluate and line up people who are most like ourselves, and that this kind of behavior has a name - its called Narcism. I think that that is both true and great. Great because once you call something what it is, it's so much easier to dissect. This is only a necessity because while I am narcissistic in this regard - I didn't actually want to marry a girlified version of Tom. This earth is too rich and diverse for that.

Amongst other things that are happening all around me at one hundred and twelve kilometers per hour, my beloved Americans are leaving. It was a whirlwind romance, but like summer, it is only ever a time that can be enjoyed and never sustained - unless we are all pack up and move to the Caribbean with Kevin's parents. I did however manage to coerce a small fledgling of USAers to my house to take them on safari and if a picture is worth a thousand words then my el cheapo cell phone camera that shoots at 15 frames a second says well, like at least 2000 words - if not more. Probably more though. Take a little look see at this:

I must pre-em
pt this weekend however. This weekend Nick, the aforementioned not-so-savvy-on-the-wake-skating-front is quite savvy in the world of arts. Intwined in the fiesta of a weekend he has lined up in Johannesburg one such event includes him having a press conference with Maroon 5 and One Republic and the other champion bands that made the Road to V, and if thats not enough he gets to open the proceedings of the evening at the Coca Cola dome with his artistry and also his band too. What a life. I'm hoping that all of ya'll will think more of me because all of a sudden I know a famous person. Probably not though, my attempts are quite see through aren't they? But i look forward to a little hiatus in Johannesburg, the origin of my Primary Schooling. Maybe I'l bump into Tokyo Sekwale or something. The other good news in this regard is that i get to road trip it out with Doug and Heather who, right now are my most favourite respectively blonde and engaged couple in the whole world. Although their being blonde has little, to nothing to do with their engagement. I will write soon, because the inter-web has returned to me and my computer. Have a good one friends.

We are in the full swing of summer, go get a Sector Nine (or borrow a long board from Kevin, you know the guy with the parents in the Caribbean) and bomb a hill, not a country.

1 comment:

Mandy said...

Looks like you're having fun Mr. Thomas. Is that video in the country club area where you live? Looks nice...
Hope you're having fun entertaining my Americanite friends. I am adjusting to Pacific Standard Time, and it's messing with my mind. I am super sad that I am not in South Africa. Although my family's "welcome home" signs and loud "sawubona" greting at the airport was graciously accepted, the humid breeze of Durban and the scorching African sun are sorely missed, as well as the Zulu speaking folk. I hope to come back soon, although not soon enough.
I'm slightly jealous about your trip to Jo-berg and getting to listen to Nick's band and especially maroon 5! Have so much fun!