Witsands. Semi-rant ahead.

So, about three months ago, The Three Musketeers went on an adventure.
A road trip - the (blood) brothers, some fishing gear and miles of tar.
Somebody picked a coastal route...
naturally, the same brother who packed the gear.

Destination, Witsands.
A lovely little place, about 3 hours out of Cape Town,
on the South East Coast.

Now I'm going to cut straight to the juicy bit(s).
But, before that... let me say, all-in-all, I had a decent time.

Down at the pier, getting the fishing gear sorted out,
when suddenly I notice some burly Afrikaans gentlemen on the balcony,
above the bar, pointing at us...

"Kyk daai fokken moffies met die lang hare...
is hulle fokken meisies of wat?"

Followed by drunken laughter, more taunts, etc etc.
Obviously these shining examples of human intelligence,
had never seen men with hair below their shoulders before.
Outnumbered fifteen to three,
there was not much I could do.
Just try and regulate blood temperature.

See, that shit doesn't happen in Cape Town.
Man, people down here don't care.

Fuck that other place, straight up.
I would write so much more on this topic.
Infact, I even set out to...
But, profanities you see.

I'll leave link(s) though, summing up their existence
"Inbred mother fuckers"

Other than that.
Peace, love and all the rest.

In the words of Uncle Bob:

"Most times you can't hear 'em talk,
other times you can.
Oh, the same old cliches,
"Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always seem outnumbered,
you don't dare make a stand."

- Bob Seger

Cheers




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