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Kerry’s Primi Birthday

I completely forgot to put some text to these pictures, dang.
Jared and Kerry, Primi
Jevon, applying lipgloss.
Brad with a sunset backdrop

We went to Primi Piatti at the Waterfront on Saturday night to celebrate Kerry's 26th birthday. I was exhausted and nursed my enormous Strawberry Jam Jar with a scowl on my face. Mm, on that note, the weather is getting decidedly better: the thick curtain of heat has removed itself and I have been woken up for two nights in a row with thunderstorms and enormous rain drops.
Right, so Kerry's thing. Um. There were lots of people, we had lots of food, the bill was short because some random Australian and Pom joined the table and left without considering the included service charge, and there was a great view of the almost-finished stadium mid-sunset. We got Kerry the new Daughtry album as per her wishlist (Door-tree? Daughtry? I don't know what this is. Wikipedia says, 'Daughtry' and 'American Idol Winner' in the same sentence. No wonder it's off my radar.)
Kerry has a lovely friend, Jevon (pronounced 'she-von') who is the lingerie buyer for Truworths. She looked exactly like a lingerie buyer should look, I was delighted. I got an excellent 'Kodak Moment'
of her applying her lip-gloss. Glee. 

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Cape Town Oriental Dance Festival

It was the Cape Town Oriental Dance Festival this weekend at the Waterfront; all of the Cape Town-based belly-dancing schools performed (and some came from Pretoria and JHB as well) to show off their different styles. They put up a large, narrow red tent which made everything very red – like when you accidentally put your finger over the camera flash and it uses the blood-light that filters through your skin to light the image.

This lady (above) was amazing: her moves weren't that well-practised but she looked good, her outfit was stunning, and she had the crowd clapping and cheering on every step. I love the purple mock-silk, it falls beautifully. I thought it would be too heavy for the moves (which it is) but the visual impact makes up for the additional weight. Also, I'd imagine that there would be no problem with skirts hiking up in the middle of a routine.
Another eye-catching routine was done by two girls from a school called SOMA, a local tribal fusion school. Their dances were very slow and controlled, and their outfits were breath-taking. They had an incredible hair get-up which included tassel scarves, jewellery, fake flowers, extensions, coins and other sparkling things. Their duet was perfectly coordinated although their fusion dance style lacks in shimmies and other traditional belly-dance moves. 
They have matching pantaloons under red skirts and a number of belts – very difficult to get that many layers to stay on, quite impressive that they kept it all attached for the performance. Also, the head gear looked seriously heavy – perhaps that's why they didn't do any shimmies or bends. They were amazing though, it definitely pays to invest time (and money) into dancing costumes.
Our troupe did three dancers and they looked lovely, although some of them could have practised a bit more! [note the varying positions in the photographs below] There were some really good outfits in our group:
They positioned the stage quite badly – facing the narrow side of the tent – so we had to squeeze in the sides. Pictures turned out okay, all things considered. Anna, our teacher, looked great. This is a zoomed-in image of her, so forgive the poor photo quality. I would love to look so good at 50!
We definitely could have danced with them! Oh well. I'm definitely going to find a new group when we find a flat. Lots of practising ahead! I'd like to find one that is quite focussed on the costuming side of things. I'll have to get Sarah to give me costuming tips! She's going to finish her MA and do costume design in Canada. Sequins! I've already put in an order for a genuine coin belt – Lauriane is going to Cairo in January and I'm demanding gifts. Not really, she offered.

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Friday’s Fat Cactus Margaritas

I do wear these earrings out, I swear.
Sarah and Bekah
Stacey and Wendy, Margarita-d.
Fat Cactus Sign - Stacey, 4px.
Fat Cactus Menu
Fat Cactus Chancers Platter

Friday was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. Like m*a*s*h, only less army. After a crazy morning filled with class parties, cupcakes and the royal family, I met Bekah and Wendy at the Fat Cactus in town for frozen margaritas and nachos. I had booked a table for four girls on the condition that they'd give us the Monday Special on a Friday. Charming waiter was delighted with us – he gave us heaps of free things! 
Lobke couldn't make it so Bekah invited Sarah from her MA coursework classes, she was hilarious. She's a Canadian Burlesque Dancer. Burlesque is fascinating – it seems to be a kind of 'classy stripping', although the dancers refuse to be classed with strippers. Sarah was telling us amazing things – three outfits, for example, fits into a small ziploc bag. [Compare this to bellydancing, where I can't even fit one coin belt into my luggage allowance without seriously compromising the weight!] She danced at a competition on Thursday night at Gandalf's; she did Tom Cruise's Risky Business dance, only with less Tom Cruise and more tassles. Bekah went to watch and gave us an in-depth analysis of her zip-crotch leather knickers which were hiding her pink sequinned ones underneath. Sarah also taught us how to make tassled pasties, although I'm not certain that this information will ever come in handy. It's funny though, she showed us the twirling technique used to make the tassels swing around and it's exactly the same as a shoulder shimmy. Perhaps the two dancing styles are more related than previously imagined? *shimmy shimmy*
Right, so, we had about four (three? four?) jugs of frozen margaritas in lime-strawberry mix, coupled that up with a full platter of nibblies and added a hint of cheesy nachos for an excellent afternoon that lasted through many hours and many giggling fits. The waiter was hilarious and kept calling us the chancers. That being said, the enormous bill we were expecting was significantly less: we paid for the Monday Special, a reduced-rate jug of lime margaritas and one side plate of nachos. Oh, to [appear] to be single! I think it was all of the Burlesque gesturing.
I packed up all of my earrings and gave them to Bekah and Sarah (and later Sophie, who we met at the Waterfront) so at least that sorts out that problem. Now to get rid of everything that doesn't fit into my bag! Takers?
The first picture in the column on the left is me posing with my favourite skeleton earrings. They didn't believe that I would wear them out in public, and that's me proving my point and trying to hold a pouty face without bursting out into hysterical laughter. Below that is Sarah the Burlesque and Bekah, modelling the latest in strawberry margarita fashion [Sarah arrived and started pounding the table with her tiny fists, demanding 'Drinks! Drinks!' until the waiter arrived. It wasn't a great first impression!]. Then it's moi and Wendy after Bekah got hold of my camera, our awesome chalk-board booking sign, the Fat Cactus menu and the Fat Cactus full platter. Entertaining: I don't eat shrimp, seafood or chicken wings. I nommed on crumbed mushrooms and nachos. Also, their chilli poppers are the best I've ever had: Crumbed, deep fried jalapeños stuffed with 'jack cheese' which is essentially a combination of cheddar and mozzarella cheese. Yumma! Below, Bekah pointing her ballet toes. I can't remember how this came up but it's a great picture. 

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Royale Eatery, with hats.

I took this photograph of the view from our drive-way while waiting for Richard to pick me up. We were headed for Royale Eatery, burger joint extraordinaire, to meet Aaron for the first time. Well, I was meeting him for the first time. I used the panoramic photo-stitch function [awesome] which lets you take three photographs it then aligns and stitches all by itself. You have to help it out a bit: you pick a direction, take the first photograph, match up the alignment strip on the side of the image, and repeat process until you have three images. 
Richard at Royale Eatery. Note his mangled right arm: we were eaten by bears on the way in. I tried to align the stitch with one of the hats on the wall instead of noting his appendages; hat WIN, arm FAIL. 
Richard's turn. The seat lost some centimetres but was otherwise untouched by the ferocious bears. I, on the other hand, was pulling a bizarre face. Naaaaaiiiicce.
Royale Eatery, Menus.Sangria, oppa!Royale Eatery, Hats.

The restaurant was charming and cutesy. We sat in the annexe which featured the narrow seating space you see above. The hats on the wall were a nice variation on the expected photographs-in-ancient-frame-theme we keep seeing everywhere, the menus were printed in aged book-form (featuring 'tales from the meat grinder'!) and the waitress brought me orange slices and mint leaves for my mock-sangria. Again, WIN. 
Aaron, Talking.I have too many pictures of Richard and PizzaRichard, Glowing.

We had a feta-and-herb-bread starter while we waited for Aaron (suitably distracted by his ringing mobile, above left). Many empty wine glasses later left Richard and I glowing and giggling, talking about noise reduction on pixellation and religion. Those topics are related, really. Aaron is delightful, and the Royale Eatery makes yumma nom noms: I had a Norwood which is a hand-made, hand-ground beef burger with a three-cheese-green-peppercorn-and-mushroom sauce and sweet potato chips. They specialise in hand-made burgers, and can grind in a number of other ingredients to achieve the perfect burger taste. Also, it's the first restaurant I've seen that has equal numbers of fish, chicken, beef and vegetarian dishes. Aaron had an 'Ungrateful Basted' burger (basted, cute.), can't remember which burger Rich chose but it was equally appealing. Richard dislikes the picture on the right because he thinks he looks like Jimmy Carr. Uncanny! 

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The End of an Era: High Tea

It's the End of an Era! With only three weeks left, I don't think there'll be much time for High Teas. Boo. But that's all fine; we signed off with a bang today as Wendy and Bekah joined me for the final savoury muffin. Lobke couldn't make it – she had a nightmare student to attend to. (Ahh, final week of term, how I loathe thee!]
High Tea has yet to be photographed so I gave it a quick go. The sign, the coffee, the view, the savoury delights. To all those I leave behind in the Mother City, do treat yourself one morning to their nom noms! I highly recommend their coffee sponge and their chicken pie. Not together, of course, although one after the other is perfectly acceptable. 
It was beastly hot today so we sat outside, and Bekah looked like a genuine nymph against the landscaped background. She thrives in the sun. Wendy and I were near melting point, we briefly considered jumping into the water feature. The purple-rinse ladies wouldn't have been impressed so we held back.
Above, Bekah looking hot against a postcard scene of the High Tea garden, accentuated by her pink tea-cosy. This picture was taken a fraction of a second after she had pulled a 'yeah!' pose with thumbs up – camera wasn't quick enough. Bugger.
Above, the Savoury Muffin. Nom nom. Do you see how they've tricked us into believing that it grows naturally in those delightful terracotta pots? Like nature's gifts, these are.
I've never really noticed that they had a sign before. It's there, if you squint: the white text is against the canvas background. But there's also dainty gold Victoriana lettering in the window, if you were to walk by and doubt the origin of the delicious olfactory sensations. 

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Prague to-do: Sedlec Ossuary

This is my 'I'm-not-leaving-Prague-until-I've-seen-the-Sedlec-Ossuary-face'. Deal with it. It's a Roman Catholic Chapel with a story to tell, and with the bones of over 40,000 people decorating the interior of the ossuary, it's not something we're going to miss. 

Wikipedia tells us that it is in Sedlec [pronounced sed-letz], a suburb of Kutná Hora in the Czech Republic. The bones used to decorate the interior come from 40,000 – 70,000 different people – all whom died in the six-hundred years that preceded the innovative interior décor constructed by 19th century woodcarver František Rint. [sidenote: š is pronounced sh as in shell or Frantishek] These people were buried here because Sedlec was a highly-desirable burial site (thanks to the actions of an abbot many years prior), and the large number is due, in part, to the casualties of the Black Death and the Hussite Wars. More pictures here: http://www.odditycentral.com/pics/the-skeleton-church.html. Read the Wikipedia entry, if you are interested, here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sedlec_Ossuary. Here is an absolutely hideous About.com review that says it isn't worth visiting: http://goeasteurope.about.com/od/czechrepublic/fr/sedlecossuaryreview.htm. Morons. 

In December the Church/Ossuary is open from 9am until 4pm, although it closes for lunch (13.00 – 14.00). It is not open on the 24th and 25th of December. It costs 50Kč pp to enter (approximately £2.00), and you pay an additional 30Kč for photographs. Kutná Hora is an hour's train ride out of Prague and the Church is within walking distance of the train stop. Work it into the itinerary! 

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“Man, you should have seen them reading Edgar Allan Poe.”

They never said it was easy, but they never said anything about hidden expenses. I went to the OVC today to sign up for their London Options Package [absolutely necessary, as we've discovered, for bank account purposes] which knocked my current bank balance by an unnecessary R390.00. I dodged numerous optional extras ("a London travel card?" "insurance?") and managed to escape unscathed until the last moment – oh, and by the way, you need a police clearance if you intend to teach children. Hang on. Legally my students are adults. But they're still children in the education system. OVC lady said 'better safe than sorry', but is it necessary? The clearance costs R70.00 which is fine, but then you have to courier it to Pretoria (close on R300.00) and it takes approximately 28 working days. That's fine. Only, I'm here for another 21 working days. So it'll have to be couriered to Londontown. Whop on another R300 if you're lucky, and my South African bank accounts are going to be empty empty! I will email Greenwich and ask them if they think it is necessary. Perhaps. 

Breathe. So how do you transfer cash between SA and UK? Well… 
Standard Bank offers a reduced exchange rate fee of 1.5% if you take traveler's cheques, although those cost to exchange when you get to the Land of the Big Ben. Cash is charged at 1.75%, but then you have to carry it. Travelex offer an international cash wallet which is essentially a debit card that (1) costs you R100 once-off, (2) charges you the  'standard' 1.5% exchange fee and (3) charges you £1.50 every time you draw cash, up to £3000 from a Barclay's Hole-in-the-Wall. Transferring between bank accounts charges you on both sides. Apparently you can exchange traveler's cheques for free if you locate an obscure Lloyd's branch, stand on on foot and cluck like a hen. It's that simple. 
In other news, I got stuck behind an ancient Volvo Sport coming up Molteno Drive — we both took it in first gear, and took us aaaaaages. I found the model for interest's sake, thought you'd appreciate it, and it's a 1958 Volvo PV544. See the advert below for image (the one I was stuck behind was cream, looked neat) love the awesome 50s nuclear family branding, especially love that the woman looks like bridezilla (housewifezilla?) with her frame taking up approximately a third of the image! 
Image courtesy of http://www.finecars.cc. As for the random title, it's from John Lennon's I am the Walrus - an obscure reference to my current state of wisdom-tooth pain. The right side of my face has swollen, my gums are sensitive, and I have to cut up my food into tiny bite-sized chunks. We think it's a gift from Karma for completing my MA – officiating the wisdom and whatnot. I'm too old for this. Yay Listerine for frequent mouth-swishing, gargling fun.
And finally, this is what is left of our coffee table, thanks to Pumla:

Props to the Corvette for sitting so nicely while I took the photograph. Pumla is so pregnant – our furniture is thanking Superman that she stops work on Thursday.

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Muggs, Maya and Engrish

Just thought this was something you might appreciate: It took me ages to wrap up all of Daniel's presents (never mind shopping for them!) and it was only when trying to fit the oddly-shaped parcels into the scraps of leftover wrapping paper did I notice the dodgy 'Engrish' translations on the packages:

This awesome racing helicopter is not, in fact, a helicopter but a helicoper. AND, it doesn't take flight as your mind's eye would have you believe. It does, in fact, take fligr. Yes, it's that good. It is the 'new edition, new type' just in case you felt like you were getting last year's stock. Also, the fishing sets had a lovely tagline that really made my day: 
I like that a lot. As good as a play! Muggins, as usual, loved helping me wrap the gifts. His particular favourites are the enormous shiny bows and the trailing ribbons! He especially liked playing 'Knock over the biggest (and most delicately wrapped) present to nom nom the ribbons'. I caught him in the act here:

This was all new to Maya, who sat underneath my chair and couldn't believe the ridiculousness of it all. Here she is teasing Muggs: 
I especially like that she's sticking out her tongue at him! Although, that being said, when he'd had enough and had ventured out to the lounge for a quick nap, she sneakily tip-toed up to the present pile and had a go herself. Lady Muck.

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Daniel’s birthday

It is Daniel's third birthday today. We met at 8.30am to begin the Great Bake (including a momentary sojourn into mirror-mounting and light-fittings) and only finished a little after 14.00pm! The afternoon saw a couple of well-behaved children and their parents, a heck of a lot of cake, and much playing. All in all, a good day. Not at all what I was expecting! It started with the presents I had to buy and wrap:

The miniature golf set and the aeroplane were winners! See his glee at learning that the aeroplane is self-propelled if you pull it along a flat surface:
We had to bake an aeroplane cake (his new favourite subject) – it was quite a mission to get the design right, and to maintain the three-dimensional structure using jam and icing:
Not bad, if you ask me. It is a jet, so everyone frowned when I asked if I could ice marie biscuits and put them on as propellers:
This is the final product, iced. I was concerned that the green piping looked like a forest, so we decorated the '3' after this with Smarties to make it seem a bit brighter, think it worked quite nicely:
Aside from the cake we also baked cookies (cupcakes), cakes (chiffon and apple), made hotdogs and hamburgers, and also made miniature sandwiches (tuna, cheese and egg mayonnaise). I haven't uploaded a picture of that but here is one of the decorated cake s
The table was full of snacks, nom nom nom. I sat next to the egg mayo sandwiches. This is Emma in the bedroom while we were watching Alan and Greg put up Daniel's new aeroplane light in his bedroom – quite an entertaining experience involving a rickety stepladder, a topless uncle, and much enthusiasm from the onlookers. 
All of the kids had a go on Daniel's jungle gym today, it was the highlight of the outdoors activities! The strange red object on the grass is an Elmo sprinkler system: it goes round and round and sprays water up from a number of different squirty things, spraying everything in a two-metre radius. Everybody had a go on the slide, much to the jungle gym's dismay:

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Painting the town red with Da Vinci’s

While the Fat Cactus does make some ridiculous happy-juice Margaritas by the jug-load, there is something to be said for strawberry daquiris made from real strawberry juice, featuring two straws and plenty of ice in an enormous glass like real full-price cocktails.
So when Wendy called yesterday to say that she wanted to meet after work for a drink, Da Vinci's it was. They make the strawberry daquiri (pictured on the left) that Banana Jam's one wants to grow up to be. We also had the finest pizzas and a delightful buzz that lasted for two hours of gossip and catching up! 
I had the Rembrandt: Butternut, Roquefort Cheese, caramelised onions, pear and peppadews. It was incredibly delicious. Richard had the Botticelli, Wendy had the Da Vinci. It was a fun time for all – Richard even used a pizza wheel for the first time!
Unfortunately for him, he sat opposite me. This meant that he had to be the subject of all of my photographs for the night! Sadly my choice in pizza, although deliciously appealing as pictured above, proved detrimental later that night: I had to get the post out of the mailbox and there was a heck of a lot; I bundled it out of the box and into my arms, then rushed it indoors and onto the dining room table. I felt something cold and gelatinous (like a piece of pear) on my neck area and wiped it away, blaming on a piece of runaway pizza topping. About ten minutes later the feeling was back, so I wiped it off while trying to figure out why I had managed to drop so much pear that evening … Turns out that my fruity instincts were misleading me because it was actually a slug. A real, live, juicy, revolting, scream-inducing slug. Excuse me while I freak out as I relive this incident!
Distraction! Ewwwww. Okay, distraction: as is traditional with Da Vinci's dining we spent the night drawing on our 'table cloth'. Pictured to the right is Richard giving us a pose as he shows off his Jelly picture, which later became a chef's hat because of dubious jellyness. This extended into a traced hand outline, and three furious artists (Da Vinci, Botticelli and Rembrandt) having a go at the jumbo children's crayons provided with dinner. After much scribbling our food arrived eat from the pizza moved through the wooden plates and onto the table in interesting sweat patterns of swirling woody dictates. This added a certain something-something to our artwork, but also made the paper very volatile and susceptible to breakage (see bottom left!)
Much merriment at the crayon art. This photo will be worth millions one day. Richard followed his pizza up with coffee and a brownie. The photo opportunity was too good to miss, look how amazing it looks:
Nom nom nom. Alright, and one final image: 

This is Wendy and I (above) trying to keep still to avoid blurry photographs and (below) after we were all brave enough to let the flash go off inside a dark restaurant. Not the most flattering, but it's one of the few that I have of myself. The food was good, the company was excellent, and the atmosphere was merry. WIN. Such a pity that we had to come home to discover that someone had driven into Wendy's car! And the slug incident! Luckily both of those were off-set by the hit-and-run driver being discovered in the form of our opposite-neighbour, and Wendy's fancy new Omnia distracting me with all of its gadgetry. 

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