Thursday, December 17, 2009

PEREFECT BLISS




Marvin and Nirvana (look it up, you'll see I'm right) (she's a neurosurgeon and he's a pathologist), took time off to experience and explore Britannia Bay for two nights. Now, it’s not always simple to meet guests’ needs, especially when it comes to the availability of rock lobster, but on this occasion Lady Luck smiled on them and they were able to enjoy the fruits of the West Coast in the privacy of the main en suite, a bottle of Rosé being an appropriate accompaniment.

I’ve said it ad nauseum, but this planet is w-a-y too tiny. During our farewells this morning, Nirvana mentioned that her parents lived in Ficksburg in the Eastern Free State and something made me ask whether her Dad perhaps ran a restaurant. You see, on holiday back in 2007 a friend and I took shelter there during a cloudburst and – yes, you’ve guessed it! – where did we dine that night? At Dad’s eaterie. I remember it well; he was a most convivial host and chatted to us at length about their lives in this small but thriving town.

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