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logoThis weekend, being a long one and all, seemed like a perfectly fine time to go and see exactly how much dairy and alcohol one system could take. It was time for CheeseFest. Having been there the year before, and knowing exactly what waited for me on the other side, I was about do dive headfirst into what would be the ultimate hell for anyone with lactose intolerance. Hell yeah. I gathered to together the Crazy Kids from Cape Town who were here for the weekend, fired up Betsy, and headed off to Franschoek.

Better weather we could not have asked for, it being a perfectly perfect Autumn afternoon, ideal for sipping wine in the sunlight. Travelling with Kid A from Cape Town is always a lot of fun, seeing as she is nothing short of batshit crazy, in the best way possible. Highlights include her hanging out of the car window on the way there, drawing much attention to the oh-so Afrikaans family in the SUV behind us. It was a thing of beauty to behold. Kid B behaved himself. Kind of.

Eventually, after 2km of car queue (I kid you not), we arrived at the place that Kid A would soon refer to as ‘heaven.’

And heaven it was. If you have never been to cheese fest, then it’s all rather difficult to explain to you. The best analogy I can think of is that it’s a bit like a trance party. Except there is no trance, or hippies. Just a shitload of people, and one hell of a lot of cheese. There aren’t that many big name Wineries, but there’s plenty of wine. And taste it, we did. Nom nom nom.

Nom nom nom

Nom nom nom

A few things pissed me off, like the overly sexually-frustrated Checkers presenters, trying oh so hard to get you to spend all of your money at their supermarket. Other than that it was all a rather pleasant experience. Not bad for an event where you have at least 5000 people whacked out of their heads on lactose (and wine).

I must also make mention of MC Squared wines, where I had the most phenomenal tasting… This man crafts the wines himself, and seeing his passion behind winemaking was quite something. He also has the most amazing warning labels on the back of his wine bottles. Keep an eye out for it.

After a braai back at mine, some more alcohol (Oh dear God why?), I became one with the couch, before having to drag myself up the stairs, for the great dairy digestion to begin. Man did I have weird dreams last night…

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Last night I went and fetched Betsy, my aging but faithful old lady car, out of her garage. After about 45 min of struggle to get enough juice into her battery to get her going, I headed out to Cape Town, to go and see some friends that I haven’t seen in a very long time. That part of my story is a little bit irrelevant. But, should you ever need a very funky place to start your evening off, I highly recommend the bar slash restaurant at the Hotel Fire and Ice. It’s really cool.

Having both feet firmly stuck in Stellenbosch, and Betsy not behaving at the best of times, it’s not all that often that I find myself in Cape Town (Aside from the occasional visit to my parents, I hardly ever get into the bright lights and the big city). So behold my surprise, when driving on the N2 around the airport area, to see actual houses. That’s right. Not a lot of them, but they definitely weren’t there a while back. Which means only one thing: The ruling party is trying it’s best to convince us, just before election, that they are actually capable of pulling finger and doing something for the people that elected them.

Phase 2, nor phase 3: She won't subsidise it. Credit: GIANLUIGI GUERCIA/AFP/Getty Images

Phase 2, nor phase 3: She won't subsidise it. Credit: GIANLUIGI GUERCIA/AFP/Getty Images

Many dismiss this as too little, too late. And to a certain degree, this is true. Not wanting to support the ANC, but something clearly is being done, albeit very slowly. The fact remains that despite the countless people who still live in shacks, there are now people that have a proper roof over their head. The change isn’t very big, but every dent helps. I always get a little irritated when people say that our ruling party does nothing. I must say, I was very impressed on my recent trip to the Transkei, to see that no matter where in the Transkei you are, you always seem to be at least 15-20km a clinic, many times even closer. Still a sizable walk in a place where not many people have cars, but it’s a start. Perhaps we should have an election every year.

I am by no means advocating that this is nearly enough, but with it being so close to election day, it seems that far too many people have jumped on the Let’s-Hate-The-ANC bandwagon. What happened to seeing the positive side in our country. It’s there. All you need to do is look. If you feel better change can come with a different party, then vote so. It is true that there is corruption – there will always be corruption, whether you are an African nation, a European nation, or an American nation. Corruption will always exist where there is human nature involved.

Another aspect of my trip that seriously impressed me was the infrastructure upgrades. Having not driven in the De Waal Drive/Hospital Bend area in a long time, it was seriously impressive to see the work that has been done. Which brings me to this:

Green Point Stadium, under construction

Green Point Stadium, under construction

Now you must admit: That’s one sexy friggin’ piece of engineering. And, last night, whilst releasing a light sweat as I waited in line for a police roadblock, I got a brilliant view of what it looks like at the moment. It’s meant to set like 68 000 people. To put that into perspective, that’s 3 times the number of students currently at Stellenbosch University (including med students and military students). That, my friends, is a lot of vuvuzelas. The progress that’s been made on the stadium looks way better than the picture above, and the final product is set to look like this:

The finished product: Sexy.

The finished product: Sexy.

Man, I love this country. In it’s own, strange, African, somewhat offbeat kind-of-way, there’s just something so awesome about this place. Hell yeah.

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