No this story has nothing to do with me actually visiting these places but rather the weird shuffling that people do at this time of the year. I was chilling on Clifton 4th on Saturday(“Chilling” not being the right word. Pumping hot. Caught a tan in 2 hours with SPF 30) chatting to some people from Jo’burg. Well some were from Joburg and still stay there. The others(Actually only one) was from Joburg, but realised the error of her youth and took the trip to live in Cape Town. Comical.
Anyway, I had prior to this been chatting to some other people from Joburg and they had mentioned that for New Years they were all going up to Kenton and Ox-Braai and all the usual debaucherous places that people go to for New Years. I then scanned my friends list and checked who was here in Cape Town and realised that everyone had left and I was holding down the fort here in Cape Town by MYSELF! Ludicrous. Even worse is that I have friends who are in Peru, New York and Botswana during these times.
What makes the situation even more hilarious is that I’m staying by myself in Llandudno right now. It’s madness! I have literally just been chilling at the pool all day, even though the beach is just a stroll away. It’s so leisurely! Might light up the braai now, cook an entire chicken(Fowl) for myself and see what happens.
What I wanted to say though was this whole Joburg, Cape Town, Kenton thing. All the people from Joburg flock to Cape Town during the holidays, obviously keen to escape Joburg. All the Cape Town people flock to Hermanus to their holiday houses but most importantly all the young people go up to Kenton. This is all well but who the hell goes to Joburg? The Joburg people even go to Kenton.
Word is no one really visits Joburg. Apparently it’s just quiet up there as everyone has left for places with ocean and laid back people( Ummm…Cape Town) So that explains why Cape Town is so ridiculous at this time. Mmmmm…Tourism in Joburg must be booming. Can’t really complain down here in the Cape as the tourists constantly pour in, to see things such as Robben Island, Table Mountain and that new statue of myself in the Waterfront.
Oh sorry I’m looking 5 years ahead on that statue. Sorry.
Clifton on Saturday was the usual mess, and I would have preferred my preferred beach, but it was not up to me. The party liason also put in a line about Bakoven, something about bronzed gladiators. There was the usual stuff going on and for once I was actually stunned. We had the ice cream guys going mental, loads of beautiful people and also the girl breastfeeding her child on the beach. Mind you she was in one of those tent things, but from where we were we could still see all the happenings. And no, it is not a fetish of mine to watch people breastfeeding babies on the beach, I’m just saying it happened and I thought I should let you know. Got milk?
Clifton is actually looking good at the moment with people coming round with bags to throw your rubbish in and the cops patrolling with walkie talkies and binoculars. Although I think we all know why they have binoculars! Sneaky sneaky! Clifton has that Blue Flag status thing going on, so it’s top notch.
It’s still a bit crowded at Clifton at this time of the year though and I will stick to the pool with the ocean view.
As we sit here on the last day of the year, it’s a time to chill out, pour a drink, get ready for whatever party you are going to, and realise that 2008 is going to get crazy.
Tomorrow should be a bit of a spectacle at the beach so I will be on it. And to those of you planning on spending the evening at Dunes in Hout Bay, word is they always plan something special for New Years Eve.
Sean Lloyd
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