Post-Travelling Blues
My limbs feel weighted, as if though I’m wading through deep, rough water. I’m lagging.
Even the mythical slow pace of Africa seems too fast for me.
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Don't worry, you'll get back into the swing of things.
Oh, there you are!
Hello, welcome back...
Thinkin boutcha...
I know you need some more horror DVDs to brighten your day,
Sending you sunshine from here girl. Hang in there.
welcome back hehe.... You should pop over to JHB, then we'll talk about fast paced.
rrrrrrred - so good to hear from you. even though what we hear doesn't sound too great. hang in there. at this point it can only get better, right?
sending a big, huge hug and smooch from germany :)
Sneding hugs, kisses and good karma your way. sweetie! Miss you tons!
Red Dahling,
I'm trying to figure out on how to get you back home. I might have to contact Oprah. Do you show Oprah there ? But until,we figure it out....Drink more wine.
Naturally......We all have those days!
Luv & Miss U
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This one is especially for my first anonymous commenter
Remember how I’ve been begging you all to send me hate mail so that I too could get a taste of what it would feel like to be a P*O*P*U*L*A*R blogger?
Well, stop the clock! Because at last, someone who apparently didn’t like what I had to say in this last post, took the time especially to not only dream up a pseudonym (the very heart-warming “Yourreader”), but also a fake e-mail address (Yourreader@email.com) AND to – even after going to all that trouble - still leave me a comment! This has made me almost as happy as the day I was Googlewhacked. Okay, okay… even happier!
The tone of the comment wasn’t exactly hateful (so I’m pushing it a bit by pretending that it’s hate mail), but perhaps – and knowing how much I’ve been pining to be a hate mail recipient – you’ll allow me to classify a bit of attempted sarcasm as “hate mail.” Please?
Well, in order to inspire “Yourreader” to write me again, I’ve decided to elaborate a bit further on the previous topic and so I’ve come up with Crime, the Beloved Country Part II. It’s all about how those of us who are unlucky enough to live in South Africa (where the sunsets are so fiery, they hurt your eyes; where the sunshine is so bright and hot and continuous, you run the risk of getting stricken with something terrible called “happiness”) can utilize the high crime rate in South Africa to make us all fit and look extremely fabulous.
Girls (and metrosexual guys with manbags): when out in public, clutch your handbags SO tight that you develop those triceps and biceps and get beautifully cut upper arms.
After a night on the town, linger a bit and then - but only after all your friends had already left - leave the restaurant/club/bar on your own. Walk slowly. Wear high heels (good for the calve muscles) and, just when you’re about to be attacked/murdered (preferably just attacked. When your assailants are already wielding blunt objects or other types of weapons, like guns, it might be a bit too late. But it’s totally up to you to decide), break into a run. For the most effective cardio workout (as recommended by doctors around the world), see to it that your car is parked a good 30 – 45 minute sprint away. Try to do this 3 – 5 nights a week.
If you’re not a night owl (why on earth not? I like sunrises as well as the next person, but you’d have to admit, the timing of it is awfully inconvenient), try to reverse the exercise by going for an early morning stroll. Perhaps you’ll be lucky enough to encounter a rare early-bird criminal.
I’ve heard that most criminals prefer to operate at night, though, so they might be a bit scarce at that time of day. Unless you catch them on their way home from their previous night out, at which time they’ll probably still be drunk, so yes, on second thoughts, this might work. Although you’ll have an unfair advantage of a full night’s sleep over them.
Your criminal might be in a foul mood after a night of no sleeping and from having to walk home with a terrible hangover, so that volatile temper, coupled with the criminal’s normal behavioural issues, might be enough to level the playing (er… running) field again. So go for it, you early-birds!
If auto racing is more your style and you wish to attract car hijackers instead, well, then you’re in luck. I’ve heard that this is very easy to do, especially in the Johannesburg/Pretoria area (known to locals as Gauteng Province). You simply have to obey traffic rules. You know, stop at red lights and stop signs, that sort of thing. Again, this is also very effective when done at night, but apparently it doesn’t really matter.
If you still want to race your car, but don’t really wish to necessarily run the risk of actually LOSING your car to the hijackers, I’m happy to tell you that there are other ways. For instance, instead of attracting hijackers, tempt the snatch-and-grab type criminals. You do this by wearing jewellery when driving around in your car. And we’re not even talking the crown jewels here, although wearing that will almost certainly guarantee that your need for speed will be satisfied. Also make sure that all your valuables (like your handbag, MP3 player, etc.) are arranged on the seat next to you, in full view of anyone looking in from the outside of your car.
You could have your windows rolled down, but this isn’t even necessary. In fact, since most criminals seem to enjoy a little challenge (otherwise they probably would have chosen professions that are a bit more dull, like journalism or psychiatry), do NOT have your windows open.
Buckle up, be vigilant but, above all, enjoy the ride!
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Maybe you should go walking with your pet tiger to deter felons. Here in Australia, whenever I leave the house, I make sure I have my koala Cuddles with me wherever I go. Whenever nefarious individuals approach me, the koala LEAPS onto them and SAVAGES them, tearing out their eyes!
You DO have a pet tiger, don't you? If not, I suppose an elephant would do just as well ...
i'm happy you finally got your "hate-mail-comment"
you deserve it after all you've been through :)
I tried this Red, but even leaving the (office, home, car) keys in the OUTSIDE of the door, and forgetting to lock it last night didn't give my any more exercise than usual... I'll have to think up something else! :)
I'm with TimT. When in doubt, pet tigers are always a good idea. Or Cheetahs. Cheetahs are faster. Or maybe just some Cheetohs. Sure, Cheetohs can't protect you like a Cheetah or tiger, but boy can they stave off those pesky cheesy cravings. Ok, I think I'm just hungry right now. ;)
Crime in South Africa? Never! What an original topic for a blog. PLEASE?!? Everybody knows that SA has a crime problem - this is ancient news and hardly worth the effort.
So let me get this straight: You leave the snow and cold of the USA behind and return to awful, crime-ridden, dirty South Africa where you now sit on a wine estate in Stellenbosch and wax lyrical about something that the whole world knows about whilst sipping your chardonnay and peering at some of the best scenery on the planet. All the while thinking that 30 degrees C is just SO comfortable? While the maid makes your bed in the morning? Ah, life is so tough down in South Africa, eh, you thankless little bitch.
Crime in SA a topic for a blog? Please! Why don't you use the all the time that the house staff saves you by hiding behind the electrified fence and really THINKING of something to write, rather than waste your energy by making light of something that has been in the spotlight for so long that it has a bald patch where everybody has scratched...
Nice attempt at hate mail, Airmatix!!! If I hadn't known you in person, I would've been ALMOST convinced! Thanks for the effort nonetheless, it has been noted and the favour shall be repaid.
Kerri: Cheetos!!!! Now you've just given me something ELSE to miss!
Danke, Kim! Yes, if anyone out there knows how long I've been begging for hate mail, it would be you!
Timmy T.: Cuddles sounds VICIOUS!!!! Care to export him my way?
Red Dahling,
South Africa sounds just like Baltimore,except for the whole sunshine thing. I noticed that you didn't mention crazed drug addicts,or don't you have them there? If that's the case,I bet you miss trying to out run them and the homeless. It's sounds like
you never left the states at all. Well have fun on your holiday, I can't wait until you come back home. By the way, did you get my recent email ?
Remember denial ain't just a river in Eygpt.
Not a chance of my exporting Cuddles, I'm afraid. Not only would he SAVAGE the Customs officers, but in Australia we have a ban against exporting Deadly Weapons.
okay, it's been to loooong. how are ya? whattup witcha?
missing ya... :)
awww man, i want a Cuddles! all we have here are deer and try as they might, they're just not scary.
hope you're doin well babe!!
Wait a minute. Are you telling me that there are no Cheetohs in the South of A? The horror! The horror!
Hello [looks around the room] Is anyone home?
Grabs a coffee and sits down with a self help book on Living in the Southern Hemipshere... [with notes in the margins].
Drums fingers on the table... Pours out the bottle of wine she brought with her... pours 2 glasses in case it will draw out the resident with it's heady aromas of oak and curranty goodness...
Sigh
No Luck...
Sighs again.
Slugs her glass and leaves the bottle behind...
Hey, I can send some fuckhead from England called Dr. Zen your way! Hates Americans, loves terrorists, that sort of nut case.
How's tricks in SA??
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Crime, the beloved Country
Had the security at Johannesburg International Airport been halfway as sophisticated as the security get-up here at my sister’s house in Stellenbosch, no one would ever have managed to steal even a luggage tag, let alone my entire laptop.
Electrified fences that serve as a fantastic insect repellent fortify the farmhouse. Every once in a while tiny sparks fly in the night as yet another spider or mosquito meets a shocking, spectacular demise. We witness those mini-executions in live broadcasts beamed onto the computer and television screens via several strategically placed close-circuit cameras.
If one of the unlucky victims happens to be on the bigger side of the entomological spectrum, it sets off a deafening and intricate domino effect: first the alarm wails throughout the house, which in turn throws everyone into a panicked frenzy. This leads to a security van rumbling up the farm road to inspect the cause of the alarm-trigger.
I know all of this, because on New Year’s Eve, shortly after sneaking into the house in the middle of the night, I was shocked into sobriety when the alarms began sounding. According to the security guard who showed up in the van some time later, the intruders appeared to have been an entire family of arachnids, who had tried and failed to make the fence their new neighbourhood for 2006. All that remained of their foolish move was a scorched, torn cobweb; its tattered remains tragically stirring in the breeze… At least the other insects in the vicinity had some fireworks to ring in the New Year and the barbecued carcasses of their former neighbours to snack on!
There are also gates that work with remote controls. Twenty years ago, I served as both the television and farm gate remote control in our household! See how technological advances are robbing today’s children of working for their room and board?
But if you think the outside security is impressive, you’ll think the indoor security resemble something hitherto only seen in James Bond movies. Once the gate IN the house (a necessity in most South African farmhouses, where it goes by the comforting name of “rape gate”) is locked at night, it separates the bedrooms and bathrooms from the living areas in the house.
Those living areas unfortunately include the kitchen. I say ‘unfortunately,’ because this means that, unless I dramatically improve my cat burglary skills – not very likely, since that will mean that I’ll have to become somewhat flexible, and in case you don’t remember, I’m so stiff, I can hardly lift a finger – I’ll be unable to get to the kitchen and a midnight snack. But I have to say, thanks to the rape gate and those high and low and crisscrossed laser beams separating me from the food, I have already lost about ten pounds since coming back from the States.
Perhaps we can turn it into the next diet and exercise craze? Security companies could make infomercials (because infomercials can now unfortunately be seen on South African television as well): “Allow us to install a rape gate between you and your kitchen! Eventually you’ll be so skinny, you’ll be able to make it out between the bars!”
And: “Are you a security AND fitness conscious South African? Then allow us to install our state of the art, high tech laser beam alarm system in your home, a STEAL at just half a million Rand per square centimeter AND we’ll throw in our new exercise DVD, “The Laser Beam Limbo” FOR FREE! Our hunky fitness trainer/security guard will show you how to limbo your way to a lithe and limber frame in a few complicated maneuvers! Trip up, and you’ll trip the alarm and risk waking the whole neighbourhood!”
The more adventurous can sign up for the Scale a Security Fence course. For a few extra thousand Rand, and to help you improve your climbing speed, they’ll even electrify the fence for you.
I just figure that since we have to live behind bars in this country anyway, we might as well look fantastic doing it!
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man that sounds wild with all the security and stuff. maybe you should work on your uploading-pics-to-my-blog-skills and show us some of what you've described in colour some time? i'd love to see how and where you live now.
hope you're doing good. sending a smooch. :)
I am in tears at the thought of being tortured like that. I NEED MY FOOD! I will have to mount a rescue effort. Just as soon as I have a snack.
Ok, I'm dreadful out of it - but is rape in people's home really happening that often? Wow. just wow.
Hi Red,
I'm just one of your screaming fans popping in to see how things are going. You have hi-tech security gates protecting the kitchen? Does this mean you have to get dressed up in a cat suit every time you want a midnight snack?
sounds quite daunting, I'm gonna have to come visit if i know i can drop 10lbs... lol
As funny as you make it sound, I've lived it and I know it's not actually that funny. My thoughts are with you. Sterkte.
I'm with Kim on the photo thing!!!
The pictures could double as promo shots for the ad campaign you'll be mounting to sell this new fitness regime...
Red Dahling,
It's wonderful to hear from you. MISS YOU MUCH, I've lost about 10lbs too since you've left me here. But I had the flu. I was to sick to to even drink. Damn those pesky dieases. I can't believe they lock the food up at night, it sounds like living in Fort Knox. I guess you will have to raid the kitchen before they set the alarms. The Thirsty Crew sends their love.
Hey wife #2
HON!!!!!
glad U made it home and miss U already
Joey/Chill
Hi Red
I'm sorry you have to live in a place like South Africa which seems to give you no pleasure whatsoever. I hope someday you'll get to live in a country of your choice.
Wow - I am on my way, ten pounds in ten short days, thats what I need. Sounds like you are having quite the adventure so far, never a dull moment. Looking forward to coming to check that security system out for myself some day soon.
Keep well...miss you much.
Keely
Red - that sounds a bit more advanced than the system in a house I frequented once - where there were two gates seperating the two bedrooms/bathrooms from the rest of the living area. No laser security there but scary to consider the need to lock the gates every night. Hope that you are doing alright in all ways.
Hey You!
Love your site. Hope all is going well (or, at least, better!).
Thought I'd send something to put a smile on your face (I hope):
Why We Love Children!!
--A kindergarten pupil told his teacher he’d found a cat, but it was dead. “How do you know that the cat was dead?” she asked him. “Because
I pissed in its ear and it didn’t move,” answered the child innocently. “You did WHAT??!!” the teacher exclaimed in surprise.
“You know,” explained the boy, “I leaned over and went ‘Psst!’ and it didn’t move.”
--A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father. She stands next to the barber chair, while her dad gets his hair cut, eating a snake cake. The barber says to her, “Sweetheart, you’re gonna get hair on your Twinkie.” She says, “Yes. I know. And I’m gonna get boobs, too.”
--A small boy is sent to bed by his father. Five minutes later:
“Da-aad…”
“What?”
“I’m thirsty. Can you bring a drink of water?”
“No. You had your chance. Lights out.”
Five minutes later:
“Da-aad…”
“WHAT?”
“I’m THIRSTY. Can I have a drink of water?”
“I told you NO! If you ask again, I’ll have to spank you!”
Five minutes later:
“Daaaa-aaaad…When you come in to spank me, can you brink a drink of water?”
--An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him, “How do you expect to get into Heaven?” The boy thought it over and said, “Well, I’ll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, ‘For Heaven’s sake, Dylan, come in or stay out!’”
--One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, “Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?” The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. “I can’t dear,” she said. “I have to sleep in Daddy’s room.” A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: “The big sissy.”
--It was that time, during Sunday morning service, for the children’s sermon. All the children were invited to come forward. One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor leaned over and said, “That is a very pretty dress. Is it your Easter Dress?” The little girl replied, directly into the pastor’s clip-on microphone, “Yes, and my Mom says it’s a b*tch to iron.”
--When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three-year-old came into the room as I was preparing to get into the shower. She said, “Mommy, you are getting fat!” I replied, “Yes, honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy.” “I know,” she replied, “but what’s growing in your butt?”
--One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part where Chicken Little warns the farmer. She read, “…and Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said,’The sky is falling!’” The teacher then asked the class, “And what do you think the farmer said?” One little girl raised her hand and said, “I think he said: ‘Holy Sh*t! A talking chicken!’” The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.
Wishing you all the best with hugs & Kisses!
Mike (that naked Sean guy)
Oi, yourreader- you're a sarky little blighter, ne? Pull your sense of humour out of your bottom and play nicely.
You needed a vacation. see you soon sis.Tell bookstore to call me.
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