When is a road not a road... when it's part of a beautiful set of unusual homes and a hotel that makes up Tuishuise and Victoria Manor. Ken took this drone footage today for their catalog.
Over 30 unique decorated homes make up the self catering accommodation and each one has a series of rooms, bathrooms, kitchen etc. Just so flipping unique.
Never mind singing in the rain..this is a motorbike arriving in the rain..
Wynand and Chantal arriving on Friday night in the rain. Jason took this video from the verandah off the dining room. Kudos to them both for getting through the mud bath and arriving safely
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Happy Monday y'all
Today I made bread
I dyed my hair red
So I wouldn't look dead!!
I played with the dogs
So they would leave the frogs
Sitting behind the pile of logs
I slept a little played a lot
Should've worked but I think not
Seeded the chilis, my God what a lot
Tomorrow is work till thursday we play
And off to the mountains a fair drive I say
So let's be dancing, happy and gay
My poem is ending or rhyme I think
I'm off in a flash, a moment just blink
Bib bidy bobady boo...wink wink
Have you ever wondered who sets the bar when it comes to perfection. Or what is success?
People have their own perception of these things and I get reminded often that "you could have been successful today had you just stuck to computers or project management or tour guiding or publishing or whatever". Wealth and success seem to go hand in hand and I always hated that book by Rhonda someone or other called "the secret". Because it said that if you focus hard enough on a ferarri it will appear in your driveway (we went to one of her talks). So a guy in deepest darkest africa who is starving, will dream if a ferrari and it will appear. Sure!!
Why is it that we equate or hunger for wealth and success which thanks to social media and the internet, is enormous amounts of cash and being a film star or a CEO.? Why is christmas anout copious amounts of gifts and being with family. What about being eith family on the other 364 days of the year? And why not spread gifts across the year or giving the gift of your time.
To me success and wealth is about being happy and having enough cash to do the things you want to do after paying rent and feeding the family. And its about seeing the world. Whether we can only afford a day trip to the east rand or a cruise on the med.
Success in my life is measured by achieving a new skill. Learning to make a new dip flavour, staying awake at the movie, selling something at work and maybe even dreaming up a new business idea and making that dream come true. Just getting to work on time...now thats success!!
Wealth is having enough for wimpy coffee on the way to the shops on a saturday. Clearing your change jar in the car to give the car guard or petrol attendant. (I still thank heaven for those every day when they clean my windscreen or fill tyres) now thats good. And a sign of enormous wealth is when you can afgord a R2 ice cream from wimoy and there is enough to add R1 for a flaky. Now thats a sign that you have made it through the d
And yesterday I wrote a soliloquy that would have made Shakespeare hire me as his scribe and together we would have made Ethel and the Pirates daughter a real story instead of Romeo and juliet. (For those who didn't see Shakespeare in Love, the movie, at some point Shakespeare (Ralph Fienes) cannot understand why his play isn't acceptable until his scribe (Geoffrey Rush) suggests a change of name and some changes to the script...the birth of Romeo and Juliet...
And so my first day went by without incident feeling like an immigrant but in familiar territory...took puppy to spca for neutering...the start of the process to get them overseas with us. Terrified of being in a cage but they would not let me stay with him. I'm home one day and already he is traumatized. Heaven knows what he must think. Now he is home with a big flower pot over his head. He is going to need therapy. So I hand fed him chicken as he felt custard and jelly were below him..Remember when we had our tonsils out thats all we were allowed. Remained my moms favourite till recently.
Bring sick in our house meant custard (the real McCoy not ultramel) and jelly which you first ate by dipping your finger in the powder and putting it on your tongue and enjoying the sizzle....they then commercialized it and called it Sherbet. Our family called it heaven. While waiting I went to visit some friends who had just moved into a new house, literally, and took bread and milk and cigarettes like good neigbours do. (Better friends bring wine but it was too early so all they got was my whine) Horrified at the price of milk and happy to pay R37 for a pack of smokes after paying R150 for the last few months in the UK.
Too funny. Wanita and Zelko were as delighted to see me as I them. But made the comment "would love to hear about your ten month gap year (people with money take sabbaticals, the rest of us have to work, hence the term gap year (the growing chasm between poverty and stability...or the making the dif
Such a happy moment in the kitchen with Yasmin and Charlie the kitchen porter. Their joy is infectious.
The world was fun today. First I drive through such beautiful country roads to work. Gorgeous British morning with the sun shining and my roof open.
But there always has to be a fly in the ointment. British drivers are worse than taxi drivers back home. Seriously. They can see you battling with the GPS because mine is always ten minutes behind so I go round circles at least three times while it’s rerouting because I clearly Missed the turnoff a few times (yup the already kak WiFi has now got worse because they have launched 5g ... 4g was never sorted out so let’s launch another one (I think the g stands for ground zero)). Then the drivers start with the same deaf hand signals our friend Zuma’s cousin used at Nelson Mandela’s funeral. They wave madly and gesture frantically and then I stick my hand out of my roof and wave my middle finger. I’m going to have a sponge hand made (like they use at the rugby) with the middle finger sticking up and out that up through my open roof... and the speed limits change from 50 on the open village road for about 4 meters then to 40 to prepare you for the 30 that’s coming in about another 3 meters as you enter the village.
So I drive at about 40 then I’m always in the ball park and I like to enjoy the music from UK Gold and the sunshine. But no, mommies in their fancy cars need to get Johnny and Sally to school so they can go and play bridge so they swerve and carry on throwing their hands in the air and try and overtake on a lane that’s about a meter wide. (It’s for two way traffic by the way).
And I blindly just meander on until they race passed me brushing their fancy paintwork on the hedge, and I politely flip them off through my open roof. And there isn’t anything they can do because there are cameras everywhere and I can lay a charge of assault with a deadly weapon ... hmmm suck on that one, lady...
Oh the joys of driving in the UK. I’ve kept my SA license till it expires and I have to exchange it just before it does (li
Alex you rock!
And thanks to Cecilia for being there to keep us sane ...
Having fun with Keith and Shane in Turku outside the Medieval castle Museum. @keithpreston5174 Visit Turku
Well it’s been an exciting day and being with Keith and his friend Shane we had so many laughs. I’m not sure you guys know by Keith is my husband no 3 as I was married to the kids dad u til after my daughter passed away, then married an idiot from the USA whom I met on the intent and then when we had him banned from SA. A few months later and seriously broke as the idiot took everything my first husband left me, I met Keith on a blind date set up by a mutual friend. 3 March 2003 And we have been together ever since.
And today was no exception. We got a taxi from the hotel as I stayed over with him last night avoiding all the cameras Ha ha. Then his colleagues all met me and said they were happy as he couldn’t talk about anything else except me so that was nice to know.
Off to our apartment to put our bags down and then hit the road to see what there was to do. Funny things like they don’t play music in restaurants or nightclubs and if they do it’s soft and elevator music. We slid and slipped and walked to the river and then th food market hall which was awesome:
I’ll share that when we take a closer look tomorrow. Then it’s off to the Medieval castle where we played dress up and walked a million steps and had snowball fights. Thanks to the complimentary Museum walk cards as part of my coverage called 36 Hours in Turku.
Lunch was nice at the Grill in the Radisson as we have complimentary Food Walk cards. Great way to see the world is write, video and tell the story...
Slip sliding away we came back and we found our landladies car has been stolen and she wasn’t insured. So you see it doesn’t only happen in SA!
And lastly my brother found my favourite car on Facebook for sale and I’m in contact with the guy as it’s only 295 pounds... Citroen C3 soft too 2003. Whoohoo!!! Perfect for the dip Diva and all
