The difficulty I find with sharing my experiences (not so much my thoughts) is that I never know how well I can paint the picture; how well I can make the feelings and images form in another’s imagination.
But I have come to accept that some emotions are impossible to share, some images are impossible to reconstruct in another’s mind. And so almost do the actual experience no justice. I shall share nonetheless and continue to try to relay these lovely parcels.
Like I have mentioned before I am exceptionally lucky. “Little miss fortunate” indeed. And so I won a pair of tickets sponsored by Whatson! Thanks Murray Walker!
It was fairly hard to decide who I was going to take with me. So I asked *Frank although I didn’t entirely think he was the best option – but laziness on my part and quite frankly not looking forward to having the favouritism talk with my friends! But he declined which forced me to make the much-dreaded decision. But I knew it was right when I had made it. I asked *Magdalena – I have been wanting to do something special with her for ages and here; a beautiful chance had presented itself. She agreed, very excited at that! I invited another friend (*Charlie) who I had been neglecting too and the 3 of us headed out to the vineyards of Durbanville to Bleomendal wine estate.
We head straight to the Champagne tasting table, we sampled each and every single Champagne they had on offer and quickly made friends with the guys. With Magdalena’s gorgeous eyes and charm it was rather easy to keep our glasses filled each time we wanted more.
We sampled the oysters on offer and decided that I’m officially wildly in love with oysters. Tasty buggers.
After slurping up our oysters we sampled some whisky with *Charlie. He loves whisky, something I never previously thought I might appreciate fully. But I have in fact been converted. After a generous taste of “ Wild Geese Strawberry Kisses” I was sold! Alcohol that strong shouldn’t taste that great.
On the last few drops of the heavenly drink *Magdalena points out another place where we can sample champagne at no cost. So we head there as they pack up and ask them to Please please let us taste some but an annoyed “No” from the man behind the counter came at us. So we trotted back to our trustee glass fillers.
A few moments later I get called from across the way and it’s the manager of the stand that had just denied us tasting of their offerings. I head over there and he points at the bottles and asked me which one I want. Are you kidding me? I happily point at the rose and voila! Just like that its mine. I head back with a huge grin on my face,
All of a sudded we’ve earned ourselves a whole bunch of friends without even giving up our champagne bottle. Fantastic. 2 more gentlemen approach us and hand us 2 half bottles of champagne – seriously?
We then head over to the dance floor to listen to some Afrikaans rock…quite interesting and groovy despite my slight reservations. We dance the night away and make some more friends. And have a lot of heavy meaningful conversations regarding politics in SA and the role of young Afrikaners in it all. How insightful. Interesting as we have this conversation the day after the very controversial Terreblanche is beaten to death by his 2 black farm labourers aged 15 and 21.(Eek...my thoughts on this later)
Some images of the astronomical, surreal whirlwind day shall follow in the coming days
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