I had decided early this morning that it was not a day to be spent indoors. It was meant to be enjoyed outside. Well those were my initial thoughts. So I got into the blazing hot VR3 and sent it to the beach. First stop was Camps Bay. By this time my pits were already sweaty(There was no reason to mention that. So I did) I was appalled that there was no talent walking around. I think they were all on the beach or decided that the day was too dangerous to be spent in the sun.
I then went to Clifton and it was not all that busy. A couple of shmodels walking around, posing, oiling themselves up, but nothing mind blowing.
You probably won't believe this, but it is true. I saw, on the drive back home, a guy cycling through Bakoven on his tandem. By himself. I have always believed the excessively rich do lot's of drugs just to keep life exciting, but I had no idea the extent of their drug abuse. A fucking tandem, solo. Mind bending.
Next, and last, was Llandudno. It was sweet. Llandudno is the Cape Town Los Angeles. Or what I imagine L.A to be like. When you drive in there is a security hut and it says that every car and person crossing that line is under video surveillance. That's excessive. Llandudno is like a little village on it's own where no one can touch you. The only thing it has not escaped is car guards. They were at the parking just off the beach. Charming.
Then outside the Tamboerskloof pharmacy there was a massive red Coke truck(Coca-Cola, not the schnaafing type) trying to parallel park. So I sat stuck behind if for a few minutes, wondering what the fuck was happening. Then one block from there, I saw a guy walking with his girlfriend. Only he was wearing black socks to just below his knees with Converse shoes. And he had a truckers cap and was sporting a muzzie. He looked so baked. Clearly just kicking it back to the old school.
It was a good day, but too hot so I'm off to Kelvin Grove to sell myself at the pool.
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