Views from Silvermine. Well, from the back seat of the car as we drove down Ou Kaaps.
If my dad was writing this blog, he'd say 'Kerri - she's a lovely girl'. And she is. And she's even more lovely cos she phoned me up and planned a day out with us - a picnic at Silvermine nature reserve - on the edge of the dam. And then she organised the whole bloody meal, drinks and everything. What a honey. I tell you, if I could have more than one wife...
So this is us doing the picnic thing. We're still quite white at this stage (we still are now) but a picnic on the mountain was a step in the right direction.
Kerr and Cath on the bridge over the river leading to the dam.
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I also wanted to include a few pics from around Cape Twon...
This is at Llandudno beach... looking over the Atlantic.
Back in the Mother City, no trip back home is complete until you've done Sundowners on the beach and had sand blown in your champers.
The lanes and streets around where I grew up. As if I ever really grew up.
I included this one to show the new addition since I was last home... tabloids - South African style. When I left, we only had quality newspapers. Now, well, they rasie a smile with their headlines. This paper must have some sort of style rule that it can't have a headline unless at least two languages are used, So it's ether English with one word of Afrikaans or vice-versa. Screw rules of journalism. My buddy tells me he once saw a psoter that said 'Man shot in his hol' - hol=hole = arsehole. Honestly.
The bottom poster says, translated: Pig rapist in court.
Don't ask me what that means.. a rapist is a pig (goes without saying really) or the one I think, a guy who rapes pigs. That should sell a few papers.
Incidentally, the name of this paper - Die Son = The Sun. In keeping with the high standards set by that most prestigious of the daily press.
All these other photos are from the Cape Town CBD. I didn't really know what I wanted to photograph, but I wanted to show touches of the City.
Adederley street crossing and in the station.
Street vendors... where you can get everything from sweets to muti, smokes to razors.
Jan Smuts. St George's mall, Parliament avenue
I included this one to show the new addition since I was last home... tabloids - South African style. When I left, we only had quality newspapers. Now, well, they rasie a smile with their headlines. This paper must have some sort of style rule that it can't have a headline unless at least two languages are used, So it's ether English with one word of Afrikaans or vice-versa. Screw rules of journalism. My buddy tells me he once saw a psoter that said 'Man shot in his hol' - hol=hole = arsehole. Honestly.
The bottom poster says, translated: Pig rapist in court.
Don't ask me what that means.. a rapist is a pig (goes without saying really) or the one I think, a guy who rapes pigs. That should sell a few papers.
Incidentally, the name of this paper - Die Son = The Sun. In keeping with the high standards set by that most prestigious of the daily press.
All these other photos are from the Cape Town CBD. I didn't really know what I wanted to photograph, but I wanted to show touches of the City.
Adederley street crossing and in the station.
Street vendors... where you can get everything from sweets to muti, smokes to razors.
Jan Smuts. St George's mall, Parliament avenue
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