Yet another catch-up post

Where does time go? It whooshes past at great speed these days and leaves me a bit dizzy.

In the past while, here's what I've been up to:

• Celebrated my birthday with dinner at Hedwig's restaurant. The food was amazing and the view spectacular. The service was sadly not so great. And neither is the loooong dirt road you have to navigate to get there. But I had a great evening with the family.
  
• Got spoiled by the family. Money and garden vouchers have allowed me to dress my lawn and acquire some beautiful succulent plants to adorn the new braai area. My AWESOME new camera (Nikon D3000) from my folks has kept me busy in the few spare moments I have as I try to figure out how it works (very different to my old manual SLR and my little compact digital camera). I will start posting pics once I start taking decent ones ;-)
  
• Went to rugby for the whole bloody Saturday. Seriously, we got to the stadium just after 1pm and the game only started at 5pm. And the Boks lost! But it was awesome to be inside FNB Stadium (if that is what Soccer City is now called. I can't keep up with all the name changes) and I enjoyed the game for the most part. Ran into Jeanette on the bus, which was a cool surprise.
• Recorded my granddad's life story to write his memoirs. I still need more info, but I got a lot from him on Sun and Mon. Such a rich story!
• Did Sunday lunch with the family. Will miss that so much when my folks move back to KZN next year.
• Wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote for this ghostwriting project.
• Had various client / prospective client meetings. Some were very interesting, some were less so.
• Started serious prep for our Casino Royale themed formal dress games night joint birthday celebration thingey this Sat (if you're in Jhb and want to come along, mail me at doodlesofajourno at gmail dot com. Would love to see some of you lot IRL).
• Got my bum into gear and finally started doing all the admin I've been avoiding (switching ADSL providers, getting our own PO Box (been using my folks' one for ages), letting all the relevant people know our postal address has changed, getting business cards set up etc. Not fun, but a great sense of accomplishment when it's all done.
• Started planning all of TSC's bday surprises (his bday is 7 Sept). Now that's good fun ;-)

Today I'm at home all day, thankfully. I'm hoping to get lots of work done while our tiler finishes up the last snags outside and puts up the natural stone around our fireplace. Then we really are done with the home project for now.

What are all you fabulous people up to?

Lucky me (it's my bday and the house project is over. For now)

It's my birthday and I've already been spoiled. And it's not even 9am*. I have such cool family and friends, and I'm always surprised by the random people who remember my birthday.

TSC has made me feel like a princess (albeit not a very well groomed one - he woke me up at 5am to give me my presents. NOT a morning person). He spoiled me with two new types of bubble bath. I'm fussy about it - I don't like flowery stuff like Rose or Lavender. It must be spicy, fruity or chocolaty. He got it just right.

I also got the gorgeous bright pink memory foam slippers I wanted from Woolies, a stylish black handbag to replace my ancient and abused one that I bought years ago and the divine Neroli Jasmin eau de toilette from Body Shop.

Le pretty pink slippers...


Very spoilt!

Here, because I promised them to you, are some before, during and after shots of our recent house projects...

Veranda, before


Veranda, during


Veranda, after (with new tiles that don't show all the dirty little cat pawprints)...


Braai area with old, ugly paving removed...


Braai area with waterproofing and concrete-pouring complete...



Braai area, after. New tiles! Now I just have to tidy the area up and put in some pot plants and it will be beautiful.



The guest loo once TSC had removed our old, ugly basin with horrible leaky taps (what a flipping mission - the first replacement basin we bought had corners, which meant that in our pathetically designed guest loo, even though the basins were the same size, the door couldn't close past the corners. We had to swap the first new basin for a second one, and that required some serious plumbing ingenuity on TSC's part as the plug hole was in a different place).



The guest loo with the second new basin (and a mixer tap - no more leaky horrible hard-to-close monster taps. Yay!), the new towel and toilet-roll holders and new listellos (that border of tiles above the old ones). Visiting the guest loo is now a much happier experience ;-)


*Well, it wasn't even 9am, but Blogger took so bloody long to upload my photos!

Various

It's my birthday tomorrow. It feels like it sort of sneaked up on me this year. I can't believe it's already near the end of August! I'll be celebrating tomorrow evening at dinner with my parents, brother, TSC and my grandparents (who are here in Gauteng for this weekend's rugby). Will be fun!

The ghostwriting is going well. I am busy with chapter seven (of 10) and enjoying it, although it really does take up SO MUCH time. It's worked out well - TSC is busy with loads of tests now that class has resumed at UJ, so while he studies at night, I work. The trick is to find the time to unwind before bed, or we both can't sleep because we're still thinking about hydrology (in his case) or whether the last paragraph made sense (in my case).

I have a question about blog protocol (and please bear in mind that this is not specifically related to any particular blogger or post - it's something that I often wonder about)... How does one handle protected posts (you know, when a WordPress blogger writes a post that requires a password to read it)? I read quite a few bloggers who occasionally make use of protected posts, and I'm never sure what to do. Do you wait for the person to email you the password? And if they don't, do you assume you were never intended to read the post? Or do you email the blogger and ask for the password. Or is that pushy? And does it put the other person in a difficult spot if they don't want to give you the password?

Internet etiquette is complex!

Thought I'd leave you with this. Made me smile (pics from Inception):

I got punk'd

Yesterday a friend of mine prank called me and he got me GOOD.

He phoned in a very camp voice and asked to verify that I was indeed Tamara *surname* of *my company's name* and said he'd been told I'm a good writer by an ad agency (very plausible - I work with a couple of agencies that are always handing my details out).

He needed someone to write an article for his organisation, Gay-4-a-Day, to place in a couple of magazines. The point, he explained, was to get straight people to adopt a gay person for a day and experience what it's like to be gay.

When I asked if he was serious, he told me he found my question very offensive. I apologised. He had me taking down fake email addresses for his organisation and giving him my details, and explaining that I'm currently at capacity but that I could recommend him to someone, before he EVENTUALLY told me he had received my email and wanted to chat about it

"What email? Who are you?" I asked, confused.
"It's *friend's name* he said and promptly dissolved into a fit of laughter.

He was brilliant. He should have his own radio show. I wish he'd recorded it.

Lots going on

Today I have not got much work done. TSC is home because some of the students are protesting at UJ. Yesterday his lecturers locked the students who were there to attend lectures (including TSC) into the building for their own safety while the protesters threw their weight around outside. The police eventually arrived with a water cannon and rubber bullets to disperse them.

They are protesting again today because the university has given them tomorrow as a deadline to pay their fees for this year (please note, it's nearly Sept and they haven't yet paid for 2010 studies). What drives TSC wild is that some of these students are just protesting with the others for the fun of it. In fact, one of the guys who tried to smash their classroom windows with a brick is employed part-time by the university while he studies, and he has a bursary to study. It makes me mad too, because it affects TSC and the other students who have paid and who are trying to attend class.

While he's at home, we have the guys here to pour the concrete to level the braai area (we've already ripped up the paving) and take the old, ugly tiles off the veranda. It's hard to work with the constant noise of digging, grinding, and (worst of all) the hammers knocking off the old tiles.

Yesterday TSC found out that a distant relation on his mom's side lost her 14-year old son to a horrible accident. He was knocked off his bicycle by a truck. His parents only found out about it once he was in ICU. He was declared brain dead and they had to switch off the life support. TSC hadn't met the kid, but his whole family's a bit shaken up. Such a horrible thing to happen, especially to someone so young.

My mom was the victim of a smash and grab last night. On her way home from the children's home where she volunteers, someone stuck a spark plug through the passenger window of her bakkie (pick up truck / utility vehicle) in Olifantsfontein and grabbed her handbag off the seat. She'd just taken her phone out and he demanded that too, but she threw it on the floor and he ran off.

Thankfully she's fine. My dad was very upset. They've reported the incident to the police and she spent today trying to get a temporary driver's licence.

The world seems to have gone a bit crazy. I'll be back when the noise and the drama cease for a bit.

The (not long enough) long weekend

I didn't get to craft, but I did get to garden.

Oh my goodness, I did enough gardening to leave my fingernails stuffed and my legs scratched for weeks to come.

It was great!

I pruned all the roses (about 15 bushes in total) and sealed them. Then I spent a couple of hours hacking at the giant St. Johns Wart in the back garden that obviously hasn't been pruned in years until it was reduced from a giant ball (my gardener tries to cut it into a lollipop shape despite my pleas) to a few piddly sticks that will now hopefully have room and sunshine to grow into a more natural shape. After that I trimmed the African Potato Bush plants and then hit a couple of nurseries to pick up some annuals for instant colour to draw the eye away from the pruned roses, as well as some organic fertilizer and snail bait, veggie seedlings and a new pair of fancy gardening gloves. I did some planting yesterday, but I have some more to do whenever I get a chance this week.

It was so good to be outside with the green things!

Aside from blitzing the garden and my fingers, we finally spent a bit of the money we made through hosting world cup guests. We bought tiles.

It feels very grown up and I'm sure it will bore everyone else to tears, but we spent a few hours in tile shops and found one at a great price that will be brilliant outside.

Yes, outside. We have rising damp on the side of the house where our braai area is, so we've decided to rip up the revolting old paving, fix the waterproofing issues and tile the area, as well as re-tiling our veranda while we're at it.

I'll take some before and after shots as we go to post here and maybe that will be more interesting that me writing about it ;-)

On Sat night we went for dinner with my folks at a place called Moo Moo in Brooklyn, Pretoria. It was divine. The menus are newspapers with a cow theme, so among the starters, mains, "whine" list and dessert menu are cow comics, cow jokes, beef facts and all sorts of interesting tidbits. The food was delicious, the service very good and the dessert (chocolate volcano) superb. The atmosphere was nice too, although dim lights meant that bits of the menu (black background with white print) were hard to read.

Sunday night was a potjie at our place with a few people we've met recently. It was good fun to get to know some new people, and TSC's potjie was as fabulous as ever. I made chocolate mud cake for dessert (thanks, Shayne - this recipe's still a hit) and we all enjoyed some lovely Inkspot red wine. Yum!

All in all, a lovely (if chaotic) weekend. Hope yours was too.

Fridays...

What is it about them that just saps one's motivation? I have SO much work to do, but all I feel like doing is getting stuck into my garden or doing something creative.

I think it's the fact that I just haven't had the time to do any of my crafts lately and it's making my soul itch. I want to pull out my beads and make some jewellery, finally get to work painting on the canvases that are waiting for me, mosaic the outdoor table I want to restore or even just make a couple of birthday cards. Anything will do!

I've been working into the evenings on this ghostwriting project and when I get time out, all I want to do is spend it with TSC vegging out with a DVD or doing something else that doesn't require me to think.

But I need to think - I need to think creatively. Creative thought is different to work mode thinking and I need it to keep me inspired and (semi) sane.

Thankfully this weekend is a long weekend (yay for Women's Day on Mon), and aside from some work and having a few friends around on Sunday eve, we have nothing planned.

So if I can just push through today with the work, I can reward myself with some craft time tomorrow.

Have a fab weekend.

Photo post

A couple of snaps from the past while...

The magnificent cupcakes Angel baked for her own wedding. Super yummy! My favourites are the ones with cream cheese icing.



The fabulous table decor at Angel and Glugster's wedding...



My brand new boots - an early piece of my birthday present from TSC that we picked up at the Meltz sale yesterday evening. I love them!




One of the things I LOVE about working at home... my two cats keeping me company in my study. It's very tempting though to lie down in the sunshine with them!



My Gran with some of the cupcakes I made for her belated 80th birthday lunch with the family.

Inception and a definition

We saw Inception last night. It was... like having my brain put in a jar and alternatively fed with shrooms and poked with a stick. What a mind-bending trip of epic proportions!

It is directed by Christopher Nolan, possibly my favourite director in the world (he is the genius responsible for Memento, The Prestige and Batman Begins. I see The Dark Knight as a minor blemish in his otherwise illustrious career to date).

And in true Nolan form, it's a movie that keeps you on your toes. Poor TSC thought we'd go see a movie to relax and said that his brain was working harder watching the film than if he'd been home doing his varsity assignments.

The cast is fantastic, with Leonardo DiCaprio proving once again that he is indeed a fine actor who should be remembered for his more recent roles rather than Titanic, along with Ellen Page (the chick from Juno), Ken Watanabe (you'll remember him from The Last Samurai, Batman Begins and Memoirs of a Geisha), Joseph Gordon-Levitt (500 Days of Summer and 10 Things I Hate About You) and the much underrated Cillian Murphy (Batman Begins and Red Eye).

But what made the film for me is how Nolan (and his very talented editor) managed to convey incredibly complex concepts (at some points you are watching a dream within a dream within a dream) without losing the audience.

I'm a fan of sci-fi that makes you think (not the run of the mill aliens invade the world stuff) and of well-crafted action movies (not the type that feature Arnie, Stallone or Seagal). This, for me, was the perfect mixture of the two.

This is one of those movies that I will watch again on DVD and hope to see the special features and making-of info.

Have any of you seen it? What were your thoughts? When people ask me what I think of it, I'm going to tell them I'll let them know when I've finished thinking of it.

A word of caution though - don't see this one before bedtime. Your mind will still be trying to fit all the puzzle pieces together.

Now, that definition...

I realised that many of you have no idea what I mean by "ghostwriting". Sorry about that. You know how every industry has its own jargon and TLAs (three-letter acronyms) and you kind of forget that they don't make sense to anyone else? That's what happened here.

To clear things up, here's what a ghostwriter is, courtesy of WorldWideFreelance.com:
A ghostwriter is a writer who writes on an assigned topic under someone else's name, with their consent. They often write books completely from scratch but sometimes their work involves rewriting or polishing an existing work.

Most books by famous personalities are actually written by ghostwriters. When you see an autobiography or memoir from a politician, businessperson, or celebrity, chances are that it has been written by a ghostwriter.

A client may decide to hire a ghostwriter because the client does not have any writing talent or because they are too busy. Ghostwriters, for their part, are usually well-established writers already, and are selected on that basis.

What Do Ghostwriters Write?

Ghostwriters are hired to write many types of documents, from autobiographies for famous personalities to e-books for internet marketing gurus, and even letters for politicians.

They also write fiction. Sometimes it is for a series of books written by several ghostwriters under one name, as with the stories of Nancy Drew or The Hardy Boys. Ghostwriters also continue to write novels under the name of popular authors who have died, as in the case of Robert Ludlum.

There. Now I can pretend that this blog is educational, and not just an arbitrary selection of my crazy thoughts!

Spring is coming!

I can barely contain my excitement at this fact. The trees are pushing out green shoots, birds are nesting and the first blossoms have been spotted. This all means one thing: winter is on its way out. Hooray!

We were at church camp in the Magaliesburg this weekend past and it was flipping cold. Great fun, but too cold for my liking. I must admit though, that the food and rooms were better than I expected. Camp seems to have come a long way since my high school days.

I got to do an obstacle course, which I haven't done in years, so that way fun. I have new respect for the people on Ninja Warrior.

On Sunday we celebrated my gran's 80th birthday. Shame, it was actually on 20 June, but she was so sick and my folks were overseas, so we pretended it was yesterday. My uncle flew in from Kuwait to surprise her and my other uncle and his wife drove in from Middelburg and the usual fun and games ensued. I think poor TSC has finally learnt to cope with my family's below-the-belt sense of humour.

Other than that, life is crazy busy. I've had to turn down a few writing projects because ghostwriting this book seems to have eaten ALL my time. It's 10 chapters long and I've just completed the second chapter, but I feel like I have done nothing else since I started. In fact, I probably have done nothing else since I started. Must remember to do the work for my other clients!

I hate turning down work, because it means turning down good money and some interesting projects, but I am (slowly) learning to be realistic about what I can and can't do. I'm working late nights as is, so unless I want to kiss my marriage and social life goodbye, I have to learn to say 'no' sometimes.

I'm rambling, I know. But I have missed blogging so much. Almost as much as I've missed reading everyone else's blogs.

Anyway, back to the books for me. Chapter three beckons.

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(very) brief update

In bullet format:

• I have been sick
• I am better now
• But I still sound like a drag queen
• Work is crazy - busy ghostwriting a book for a client on a crazy deadline
• Angel and Neel's wedding was DIVINE (and possibly the biggest blogging community event / Tweet-up in the country)
  
• Bloggers are always an interesting bunch to hang out with IRL
• We are (belatedly) celebrating my gran's 80th birthday with the family on Sunday
• We have had no water today
• Am craving a bath
• I'm very behind on blog-reading and will attempt to catch up soonest.

That is all.

Writing this from my bed

Don't be too jealous. I have confined myself to bed to try to get better before I really get sick. I have a horrid sore throat, throbbing headache and blocked ears, so it's lots of Med-Lemon for me, a scarf around my neck and an afternoon of trying not to let the laptop overheat on the bed covers while I work.

Seems to be working so far. Orange Strepsils (brand of throat lozenges) are awesome. So are lazy cats who keep me company and leftovers from last night's oxtail stew. Yum!

Less awesome is the fact that work needs to be done and I can't just spend the afternoon sleeping the sickness away.

It also feels a bit weird to be in bed without requiring a doctor's note for the boss. I almost feel guilty for not having permission to be sick ;-)

Realisation and a recipe

You know what I realised last night?

I don't get that heavy Sunday afternoon depression anymore because I don't have to face the PR job on the Monday morning. That's a very cool little piece of enlightenment for me.

It helps especially on weekends that have been really hectic and that just fly by, like this one. We had friends over for supper on Friday night, then another load of people to watch the (so-called) rugby on Saturday morning with a braai afterwards (which meant two sets of catering within the space of 24 hours). On Sunday we saw my folks for breakfast and then had a church meeting at lunch and then we were on duty at church from 5pm and did coffee with friends after that.

So much for a chilled first weekend without hosting World Cup guests!

When things are busy, it's funny how there are always precious little "ordinary" moments that stand out as highlights... sharing jokes with my parents, seeing everyone enjoying both puddings I made for Fri and Sat (chilled lemon cheesecake and chocolate marshmallow tart), watching a brilliant episode of Hustle with TSC and even realising that the lettuce from my garden tastes infinitely better than the lettuce from the supermarket (especially seeing all my lettuce-growing attempts before this have been dismal failures). I love little things like that.

Here's the recipe for the chocolate marshmallow tart. I think it originally came off the back of a Romany Creams box, but I lost the actual recipe years ago and now make up my version from memory...



Chocolate marshmallow goodness:

• 1 packet Romany Creams or similar biscuits
• 250 ml cream
• 1 packet marshmallows
• 75g melted butter
• 200g milk chocolate
  

Crush Romany Creams (I use a stick blender). Mix with melted butter and press into a tart tin to make crust. Melt the chocolate with the cream on medium heat. Stir until smooth. Add marshmallows and stir until they melt into the chocolate mixture. Remove from heat and cool for a few minutes. Pour chocolate mixture over crust. Refrigerate for a few hours until set. Decorate with grated chocolate or a light dusting of icing sugar with a sliced strawberry in the middle.

Yum!

Go away, winter

Sorry, DBAWIW, but this is indeed going to be a long weather ramble to the tune of "Jissis, it's cold!"

I'm so over this cold. At the moment I am sitting at my computer with my hot beanie thing on my lap with my cat sitting on top of it. This makes typing really difficult. Normally I would type for a bit, then warm my freezing fingers on the beanie and then type some more. Now it's become a delicate balancing act of trying to get my fingers to the beanie under the sleeping cat, who is starting to cut off blood supply to my legs. As Momcat wrote the other day, "I'm not just a glorified cat pillow!"

*Sigh*

I really am over the cold. I once wrote a post about things I like about winter, which was a concerted effort to find good things about the cold season. I read it this morning to remind myself of those things. But I am tired of winter now. Bring on spring!

I think the cold surprised a lot of our World Cup guests, who were expecting to find sunny South Africa nice and hot. In fact, one of our guests (from New York), said that her low point of her month in SA was the cold. New York may get far colder than Joburg, but The Big Apple is also far more prepared for that cold.

Ok, enough moaning. I am going to chuck the cat off my lap now and make myself a mug of tea to warm my hands.

Unimportant but interesting cultural lessons

It feels so good to be posting regularly again and getting all the nonsense in my head out onto the screen. *grin*

After all my "did you know" facts yesterday, I discovered something I didn't know, courtesy of our current guest, Ana.

Most Americans don't have electric kettles.

I had no idea! I don't know how I would survive without my kettle, especially during winter. For those of you who don't know what an electric kettle is... a pic or two:





Most South African households have an electric kettle in the kitchen. As we generally have electric stoves as opposed to gas ones, kettles heat up our water for tea or coffee more economically and much faster than boiling water on the stove. They are super useful things - aside from making tea, coffee, hot chocolate and Milo, I use mine to heat the water for pasta to boiling before I pour it into the pot on the stove, which makes it much quicker, or I boil the water for my hot water bottle, which I carry around the house with me in winter, seeing almost no South African home has central heating.

Anyway, I was just gobsmacked when Ana came to me and said, "I really like these tea water warmer things you have in South Africa. I'm thinking of taking one home with me."

Most Americans seem to have coffee percolators, and many of our guests have never seen a plunger / bodem before, which we use to make coffee. Pic:


I've learnt lots about our little cultural differences this World Cup. It's been good fun. For exmaple, I learnt that in Malaysia, it's common to add "La" at the end of a sentence as a space-filler. So you might stay, "Don't be like that, la."I think that's nearly as weird as the fact that we South Africans call traffic lights "robots" ;-)

Did you know?

Some random trivia from the huge files of nonsense in my brain...

• Tanzanite was originally called "blue Ziosite", but the name was changed to Tanzanite for the stone's origin on a recommendation from Tiffany's as it was felt that the word "Zoisite" was very close to the word "suicide".
• My name, Tamara, means palm tree in Hebrew.
• You have approximately 10 000 tastebuds on your tongue.
• The medical word for "man boobs" is gynecomastia.
• In Japan, sushi chefs spend their first year of training purely on hygiene.

So did you know that?

Catch up post

Hello all. Life is slowly starting to return to some semblance of normality, whatever that may be.

The World Cup, glorious as it was, is over. We only have one guest left - a lovely girl from New York, who is set to leave on Thursday. TSC is back at varsity. And I, after what feels like forever, am back at my computer, doing some admin catch up and actually writing a blog post.

Well, trying to, anyway. I started writing this about an hour ago, but I keep getting distracted by emails coming in and the cats trying to sleep on my laptop.

Anyway, here are a few photos from the past few weeks:


The waterfall at Rustenburg Kloof, where TSC and I hiked for a picnic lunch when we took the Mexicans to their Rustenburg game. Such a divine day - lunch with a view, tennis and then watching SA beat France.



A maribou stork trying to relieve TSC of his gingerbeer at the Rhino and Lion Park during our visit there with the Malaysians. This bird is really playful, but really ugly. When we arrived, it was trying to play with the spotted genets through the fence.



Lazy wild dogs having an afternoon nap at the Rhino and Lion Park. This was the closest we've seen them and the Malaysians were super excited.




The world literacy display at Maropeng, where we took the Mexicans. I must say, it was wasted on them - they didn't bother to stop and read anything. Everyone told us how brilliant Maropeng is, but I must admit, I wasn't particularly wowed.



A 6 month-old Nile crocodile at Croc City. What a waste of time that was. We took the Chinese Canadians there and after a promising start looking at and holding various reptiles inside, which was great fun and very informative, we were led on a tour that took less than 10minutes and then waited nearly an hour for our hot chocolate (which was cold) and an expensive crocodile sosatie from the restaurant. They also have an animal petting area with some bunnies in very poor shape (the only water source is a dirty plastic container sunk partway into the ground, filled with brown water and bits of hay). I suspect that weekends, when they feed the crocs, would be more interesting, but I won't take visitors there again.



The penalty shoot-out (the first of the World Cup) between Japan and Paraguay. It was an exciting match.

Sondela

Our bush getaway to Sondela was phenomenal. It's difficult to find the words to explain how much we enjoyed our time there. Squeals work best, I find.

We were at the magnificent Sondela Country House near Bela-Bela / Warmbaths for three magical nights. It's a five-star boutique hotel, but they had the most fantastic winter special on that meant it was more affordable than many three-star hotels.

In our few days there, I experienced many "firsts":

• First time milking a cow;
• Having butler service (something to get used to, actually - it's a bit weird having someone just waiting around to do what you ask. We weren't very good at it);
• Going on a proper night drive (where I got to hold the spotlight);
• Seeing a bushbaby in the wild, jumping from tree to tree;
• Having a three-course gourmet meal served in our hotel room;
• Going on a "game drive" on bicycles (awesome!);
• Seeing a crimson-breasted shrike in the wild;
• Playing tennis while nyala watched;
• Being asked whether I wanted a goose down, duck down or feather pillow (?! I told them to surprise me. Have no idea which one I got in the end, but it was really comfortable);
• Having our car washed before we checked out, just as part of what they do for guests.

The attention to detail and level of service were mind-blowing - filter coffee in the rooms as opposed to the mix-n-drink stuff, a heated towel rack in the bathroom, Charlotte Rhys toiletries...

It was so good to be guests rather than hosts for a little while. The place is brilliantly maintained, has a great variety of facilities and, best of all, it's only an hour and a half away and it's warm!

I will attempt to stop gushing now, so here are some pics...

Me, milking a very patient cow:



Our King-sized bed:





The tame kudu doe that wanders around the property:



Very inquisitive mongoose:



The chalets also look brilliant - very private, in the middle of the bush, with a hot spa pool, col swimming pool, tennis courts and entertainment area. In fact, even the campsite looked really nice - shady, quiet and small.

I think we'll have to go back and try each ;-)

Ok, the gushing is really over now, I promise.

One month down...

...Just one more set of guests to go.

But first a breather. We leave tomorrow for a little break before our last guests arrive on Thursday. CANNOT WAIT to chill and be a guest myself for a bit.

Just doing a bit of work now so I don't have to schlep it with me. I know - working on a Saturday night is lame. But not as lame as going for a mini-holiday and working straight through it.

Btw, anyone been to see a game live in 3D at the cinema? I'm keen to do that for one of the last matches, but wondering if it's worth it.

Have a good one folks. I plan to.

Culture collision

At the moment we have the only guests so far that I haven't clicked with staying with us. They are two Chinese Canadian guys - father and son. The dad only speaks Cantonese and doesn't understand a word of English, so the son translates. I found them really awkward when they arrived on Wed, and by Thursday I had decided that nothing we could possibly show them in South Africa would excite them in the least as they seemed set on being unimpressed. But after a home-style SA braai last night, complete with TSC's magic braai broodjies (toasted sarmies made on the fire), they have lightened up a lot and we even sat around the table after dessert (another SA favourite - malva pudding with custard) chatting about our different cultures.

While I work today, TSC has taken them to the Rosebank African Craft Market and then to a dim sum restaurant I found in Illovo (the dad was originally a dim sum chef in Hong Kong, before they moved to Canada, so I'm hoping this place doesn't disappoint). After that, we're heading to Croc World and then they're off to tonight's game at Soccer City.

They leave tomorrow night and then on Sunday TSC and I are off to a warmer part of the country for three days to recuperate before our next (and last) guests arrive for eight days.

I just realised today that tomorrow it will be a full month that we've been hosting visitors. Now I understand why I've been a bit tired!

Off to get some work in before we see the crocs. Have a great weekend and please shout for Ghana at the soccer!