Finally- the journey of the toit pant
been meant to post this for ages- my trip down the coast for new year- but it seemed to take soo long to record, and only finally finished it all today. Sorry if it doesn't make any sense, but hell I usually don't. ...
This has been a long, interesting and mad last few days. Such a boring way to start but my head is sinking lower into my pillow as I write this in bed, that I think im going to have a nap, recuperate some more and write later.
never got to tell the story of the little teeny tiny pant (toit jeans have seen the country side)- well basically the shortened version was that we headed out of durbs for a road trip to the beautiful sea side of the transki, only to break down in kokstad and were forced to stay the night. The mechanic who worked on my car told us the camping site there had closed down, but that his boss had a very large garden we could camp in.. Needless to say we were terrified of this option (you should have seen the mechanic, so we were worried about the boss that would have hired him). Very lucky a friend of my aunts sorted us out with a free hotel room, and free dinner and breakfast at the weirdest hotel in the world- the mount curry inn, at the engen garage in kokstad, as she runs the restaurant cassandra's, which is conveniently placed next door, also at the engen stop. Very strange, but it was all for free so we reveled in the glow of free food and booze, and tottled off to bed on veeeery full tummy's and stoned minds. Needless to say it was an evening well spent. the next morning, after a refreshing (and did I mention again free) breakfast at cassandra's, we forked over a shit load of cash to ensure that the %$£@*&*$** landrover didn't break again (the tensioner had come loose- we all learnt a new word, as non of us had a clue what it was, and a new fan belt fitted-i now know the inner workings of a landy engine pretty well) and we were on our way again.We were headed for hole in the wall, but heard from friends already there that it sucked- lots ofTransvaal families and dogs and the works- it was actually described to me as "kinda like margate", so we screamed no, and ran- placed our bets on mdumbi instead, and headed in the general direction, banking on the boys who had already set up camp and were bonding real hard without us (it was Neil- shanna's man, and pret- neither of them had met before, so we had many entertaining laughs at their expense imagining them sitting around a fire staring at each other.."so nice weather hey") but boys bond so much faster than girls, so by the time we finally arrived, they were thick as thieves together.The dirt road to the backpackers felt like the longest road in the world, with many complaining girls in the back, bitching about sore asses and laughing out of sheer terror and tiredness every time we rounded a corner.Butt we finally arrived at this pretty, tiny little backpackers, set up camp, and made ourselves a happy home for the next couple of days- which were marked by the great arrival of more unexpected friends, plenty (and i mean serious plenty) of fresh and cheeeeeep mushroooms, loads of booze and laughter.The weather absolutely sucked- loads of cold wind and rain, but after that many substances in your system the world seems like a much happier place.Wee had one perfect day- the day before we left- found a perfect, slightly protected beach, with loads of rock pools and shells, and palm trees- it was the first day of pure sun, and despite the gale force winds it rocked. At one stage i was sitting under a tree in some shade, attempting to get out of the sun for awhile- it was perfect- chilling on shrooms, looking out at this beautiful beach, at all my crazy friends pottering around, all doing their own little thing, all so wrapped up in their own little worlds of rock pools, treasures and sea sand.Was awesome. we left the transki on the 31st to make it to rex's house for the main new year party- the trip back was at least not marked by break downs etc, but was fucking tiring non the less- over 7 hours straight driving, with barely a pit stop tends to do that to you. After such a chilled trip and seeing beautiful things in the transki, was a real mind flip to arrive in port shepstone to do some last minute shopping- seemed like the entire world had the same idea as us- god it was weird to be back in mainstream life again- felt instantly out of it. rex's rocked- loads of friends, old and new- plenty of drugs and crazy times: everytime i walked around, or pasted someone, all i heard was mad laughing and screaming coming from people, generally accompanied by "my god these are crazy shrooms!" Had my last ritualistic cigarette shared with shanna, before throwing it into the fire as our tribute to good bye smoking. A massive bonfire on the beach contributed to an awesome new year- that and plenty of champagne and laughing at mates streaking nakedly by screaming "happy new year" made it worth all the effort. Fell asleep on shay's shoulder, still around the fire on the beach at around 2, and knew that this year would be a good one. the next day we barely did anything, except lie on blankets under the trees and read, chat, eat and sleep. Was a perfect time. Needless to say i didn't want to ever leave as that meant that reality would hit and the normal life begins again. well that's that- was all in all a pretty great trip- full of ups and downs but hell that'ss life. And now its totally back to the mainstream, everyday, ordinary existence- still have to finish that report that's been calling my name for ages- started work on it last week and slowly getting there. Otherwise things seem to be going pretty well. Despite my aching tights from gym. Ha.
This has been a long, interesting and mad last few days. Such a boring way to start but my head is sinking lower into my pillow as I write this in bed, that I think im going to have a nap, recuperate some more and write later.
never got to tell the story of the little teeny tiny pant (toit jeans have seen the country side)- well basically the shortened version was that we headed out of durbs for a road trip to the beautiful sea side of the transki, only to break down in kokstad and were forced to stay the night. The mechanic who worked on my car told us the camping site there had closed down, but that his boss had a very large garden we could camp in.. Needless to say we were terrified of this option (you should have seen the mechanic, so we were worried about the boss that would have hired him). Very lucky a friend of my aunts sorted us out with a free hotel room, and free dinner and breakfast at the weirdest hotel in the world- the mount curry inn, at the engen garage in kokstad, as she runs the restaurant cassandra's, which is conveniently placed next door, also at the engen stop. Very strange, but it was all for free so we reveled in the glow of free food and booze, and tottled off to bed on veeeery full tummy's and stoned minds. Needless to say it was an evening well spent. the next morning, after a refreshing (and did I mention again free) breakfast at cassandra's, we forked over a shit load of cash to ensure that the %$£@*&*$** landrover didn't break again (the tensioner had come loose- we all learnt a new word, as non of us had a clue what it was, and a new fan belt fitted-i now know the inner workings of a landy engine pretty well) and we were on our way again.We were headed for hole in the wall, but heard from friends already there that it sucked- lots ofTransvaal families and dogs and the works- it was actually described to me as "kinda like margate", so we screamed no, and ran- placed our bets on mdumbi instead, and headed in the general direction, banking on the boys who had already set up camp and were bonding real hard without us (it was Neil- shanna's man, and pret- neither of them had met before, so we had many entertaining laughs at their expense imagining them sitting around a fire staring at each other.."so nice weather hey") but boys bond so much faster than girls, so by the time we finally arrived, they were thick as thieves together.The dirt road to the backpackers felt like the longest road in the world, with many complaining girls in the back, bitching about sore asses and laughing out of sheer terror and tiredness every time we rounded a corner.Butt we finally arrived at this pretty, tiny little backpackers, set up camp, and made ourselves a happy home for the next couple of days- which were marked by the great arrival of more unexpected friends, plenty (and i mean serious plenty) of fresh and cheeeeeep mushroooms, loads of booze and laughter.The weather absolutely sucked- loads of cold wind and rain, but after that many substances in your system the world seems like a much happier place.Wee had one perfect day- the day before we left- found a perfect, slightly protected beach, with loads of rock pools and shells, and palm trees- it was the first day of pure sun, and despite the gale force winds it rocked. At one stage i was sitting under a tree in some shade, attempting to get out of the sun for awhile- it was perfect- chilling on shrooms, looking out at this beautiful beach, at all my crazy friends pottering around, all doing their own little thing, all so wrapped up in their own little worlds of rock pools, treasures and sea sand.Was awesome. we left the transki on the 31st to make it to rex's house for the main new year party- the trip back was at least not marked by break downs etc, but was fucking tiring non the less- over 7 hours straight driving, with barely a pit stop tends to do that to you. After such a chilled trip and seeing beautiful things in the transki, was a real mind flip to arrive in port shepstone to do some last minute shopping- seemed like the entire world had the same idea as us- god it was weird to be back in mainstream life again- felt instantly out of it. rex's rocked- loads of friends, old and new- plenty of drugs and crazy times: everytime i walked around, or pasted someone, all i heard was mad laughing and screaming coming from people, generally accompanied by "my god these are crazy shrooms!" Had my last ritualistic cigarette shared with shanna, before throwing it into the fire as our tribute to good bye smoking. A massive bonfire on the beach contributed to an awesome new year- that and plenty of champagne and laughing at mates streaking nakedly by screaming "happy new year" made it worth all the effort. Fell asleep on shay's shoulder, still around the fire on the beach at around 2, and knew that this year would be a good one. the next day we barely did anything, except lie on blankets under the trees and read, chat, eat and sleep. Was a perfect time. Needless to say i didn't want to ever leave as that meant that reality would hit and the normal life begins again. well that's that- was all in all a pretty great trip- full of ups and downs but hell that'ss life. And now its totally back to the mainstream, everyday, ordinary existence- still have to finish that report that's been calling my name for ages- started work on it last week and slowly getting there. Otherwise things seem to be going pretty well. Despite my aching tights from gym. Ha.
posted by me at 8:00 PM
3 Comments:
sounds like an awesome road-trip meg! i'm so keen to do some transkei/mozambique trips. one thing i'm confused about though: 'Despite my aching tights from gym'... so how exactly do tights ache then ?! :) you been working the thighmaster ? that's my girl. here's to 2006
haha never mock the tight master- especially when you reap the benefits! too rude i know, but fear that no one else reads these anyways! yeah- shall we road trip loads when you back? think it sounds like a great idea... us and the open road, and your camera!? hehe.. x
that sounds like the bestest idea ever... long lazy road trips, just you me, the open road, our cameras, and your tight thighs :) it's a dealio xxx (ps get cracking on thesis, so we have all the time in the world. i know i will)
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