Wietsieshoek

Aaaaaaaaa... fresh air...

So, my boys (as in 'grown-ass men') and I went out on a 'boys' weekend in the mountains. This meant three things: No Wives, No Girlfriends, Lots of alcohol...

We went to the Drakensberg - a hop, a skip and a jump to Lesotho. Driving through the night from Jo'burg on Friday night, had its own challenges as we couldn't see shit! And most roads that side of the world, had no legible signage. But all we kept screaming was 'Road Trip, Road Trip'.

Long story, short... we found the place in the deserted parts of the mountain range. Checked in. Started drinking and talking shite into the night. And early morning.

The following day we were meant to go up the mountain blah blah blah tourist spot blah great views blah, but we chose to sleep in. Well rested, we started drinking and talking shite again. Ended up taking a tour of Nahamadi and Phuthaditjhaba's drinking holes and... winning a total of R5 in a game of pool. Which I later gave back to dude. I play for fun, y'see... And I don't want to get stabbed.


Met cool gentlemen - Ezekiel who works at Wietsieshoek Mountain Lodge where we stayed and another, Jerome from KwaMashu in KwaZulu Natal, who has been in the mountains for the past 3 months, installing air-conditioning systems. Had a drank with them. They came back to our rooms for some broke back mountain lovin'... 

Hahahahahaha... delete, delete!

Road trips have this amazing ability to clear ones' thoughts. My next move in life is now as clear as daylight. Let's rock and kwaito! Now you know what I did this weekend. Whatchu do?