The road less depressed, but manicaly visited.

ǶƐƖƖΟ –

When I was diagnoses as a manic depressive, now replaced by the cool, epic and trendy word bi-polar disorder, at the age of 14 I can’t remember feeling any different than just having been told I had the flu.

Later, Generalised Anxiety Disorder joined the party. Being who I am, I examined and read up on these issues at and I did not feel defeated. It merely made me feel less alone being able to name what is hurting me. Not an excuse – an explanation as to why I reacted so different to others.

All the symptoms, panic attacks and excessive emotions that pump through me was all I knew. My only reality. I don’t know a time without it.

I accepted me and put my arm around all these heavy burdened disorder words and we evolve to a point where I don’t stand separately from my “disorders” but they are part of who I am.

I was a very independent teenager. I took myself to my first gynae visit annually, dentist visits twice a year, and visits to my GP for all my “madness, toil and trouble”. I asked to be admitted to psyche ward because I was suicidal and a danger to myself at 16.

Nobody suggested I see a psychiatrist or psychologist until I was hospitalised. I spent less than an hour with a doctor I did not gel with and never went back.

I have seen many doctors in the years that followed, looking for answers, a cure!… and I came away with one piece of advise that I steer my lows on. “Thinking about suicide is one thing….when you start planning it…get the hell out of there and get to a hospital!” :)

Nobody explained what I had in medical terms, what I can expect to happen, what treatments are available …if I could lead a “normal” life…. no wonder mental illness equalled the flue for me.

Nobody even had the kindness to tell me it is going to be my most faithful mistress who would never leave me, nor forsake me – until death us do part. (I always find it funny that my dark side mistress is female.)

Besides the annoying bone/deep tissue/chronic fatigue the specialist mentioned, as I sit here tonight, I wonder how many things, people, situations and relationships my mental illness have dismantled to a place hopes and dreams go to die.

The problem with mental issues are that you are a high maintenance personality by default. You are not sunshine all day, every day … But when you well, wow! You are mighty fine. Life and soul of the disco ball. Everyone wants to dance around the disco ball…. Very few can deal with no sunshine when she’s gone.

Highs are so high that elopement seems trivial and low is so low that I believe I am not lovable, just as I am – and therefore nobody will love me ENOUGH to STAY.

Some relationships end because people react to my illness and not the core me – but to give them credit, who am I and who is the dark mysterious mistress who is so powerful?

I wish you enough,
Wεƞchƴ♥

PS. If you write “hugs” as a comment to the post I will give you a small haunting. Don’t piss me off.

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Wonderful you!

Wow!

Thank you to the bestest, most awesome, fabulous, handsome, sexy, caring, loving, providing husband in the world for a trip of a lifetime!

Noid truly did everything he could to make our holiday special. From taking me to places he wanted to make new memories in, to new places neither of us had seen to driving 21 hours to get us home (cause he can?).

I LOVE YOU soooooooo much!!!!!

It is so awesome when your dreams transform into reality! There were so many times during our trip that the universe reaffirmed to me that I am exactly where I need to be. Is a great feeling that.

I will still update you on the rest of our trip, but for now, 4827km later …. Sleep!

Noid and Wenchy

I wish you enough.
Wεnchƴ♥

 

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Tim Duffy

Dear Timmy –

(13 June 1973 – 17 March 1999)

To everyone this is St Patrick’s Day, to me it is the day you died. I didn’t lose you 13 years ago.

I wanted to call you today to tell you I phoned your number and your Mom’s when I was in George, but both just rang. The post office has no forwarding address for you, so no post card for you. I searched for you on Face Book but you not there. I knew you were to cool for Twitter.

I guess heaven is simply too far away for me to reach, or are you still blowing in the wind?

Please don’t rest in peace. Raise hell. I know you will know what I mean. I am always up for a small haunting. :)

As you often said to me: “I love you all the time. Sometimes the flame just burns brighter.”

We’ll meet again.

You were enough,
Wεnchƴ♥

PS. Thanks for the Sexy Wench turned Wεnchƴ♥ trademark. I owe you one.

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Down the garden path – Day 13 – 15

Day 13 – 6 March 2012

Mosselbay

Mosselbay

Bright an early we went for breakfast before Noid was off to play Pinnacle Point Golf Course in Mosselbay. He sent me a picture saying he wishes I was with him….. small tear for me. :)

Wenchy on the balcony of Bay Lodge in Mosselbay

Wenchy on the balcony of Bay Lodge in Mosselbay

I very happily stayed in that heavenly apartment reading, downloading pictures, reading some blogs (something I don’t do often enough), sitting outside…. I really enjoy that kinda thing, so I really do not mind Noid playing golf.

Noid & Wenchy - arriving at Delfino's

Noid & Wenchy - arriving at Delfino's

When Noid returned we went for a drive around Mosselbay and had dinner at a restaurant I had read about in a travel magazine.

Welcome!

Welcome!

Delfino’s is situated right on the beach and has almost various type of set ups within one restaurant. An area that looked very upmarket, a coffee shop look area and then the one that attracted me who was wearing a dress for a change…. a gypsy, beach sand on the floor setting with old wooden mismatched furniture.

Noid at Delfino's

Noid at Delfino's

Huge mirrors and big cushion chairs – all in different colours, just thrown together. I loved the decor. We decided to have pizza and it was truly fantastic. Highly recommend that, as well as the Milo milkshake I had. By far the best milkshake I have EVER had. Noid even shared a waffle with me which was special since he seldom eats pudding.

Back in our room I once again ‘swam’ in that huge bath. I truly LOVED it.  

Day 14 – 7 March 2012

We decided to be tourists in Mosselbay. We started off at a shop that had a 50% off sale as they were closing down, so we off course bought lots of things at half the price, on things we do not need. Winner.

Before spending money on things we don't need.

Before spending money on things we don't need.

 Across the street is the Dias Museum Complex that had lots of ships stuffs in it and my favourite – the old shoe, post office tree. Apparently way back when the English still sounded a trumpet before attacking you, (how gentlemanly) you would leave your mail in this old shoe under the tree and a passing ship would pic it up.

Posting postcards from the special post box tree

Posting postcards from the special post box tree

This fascinated me and I wrote as many post cards as I could sit under that tree. We walked around the water tanks and looked at all kinds of snails and fish as well as replicas of famous ships and general trading explained, before you could just got to go to the Mall.

Finding Nemo

Finding Nemo

Late afternoon we left for Herold’s Bay where my dead boy Tim’s ashes were scattered. While looking for our destination, we unexpectedly landed on the beach.  I was kinda taken aback, which was probably a good thing. I had a small tear and I actually felt quite peaceful.

We arrived at our accommodation for the next two nights, Dragonfly Cottage which we found on  www.wheretostay.co.za . We also got a Honeystay discount of 15% . The cost of staying at the Cottage is very reasonable.

Dragonfly Cottage in Herolds Bay

Dragonfly Cottage in Herolds Bay

It is self catering, has space to sleep six people, with a loft room upstairs. It is situated on a hill that overlooks Herolds Bay, however the sea view is over a rather overgrown forest type area so I won’t go so far as to say ‘sea view’.   For me that meant two mornings that there was no bacon and eggs. LOL Sounds stupid hey? I really needed a change as I don’t usually eat breakfast until 11am and I don’t generally have bacon and eggs for breakfast. :) The Cottage has beautiful purple stained glass on the front door and a huge giraffe inside, reminding me that nothing is random. I am right where I am supposed to be.

Day 15 – 8 March 2012

Noid left really early to go and play a golf course designed by Ernie Els called Oubaai. He enjoyed it very much and sent me pictures along the way. I stayed in bed most of the day, checking out Face Book, reading, talking to my sister, Rentia on bbm and also my Mammie.

Noid was back by lunch time. We took a drive to George and I must say I wasn’t really even moved to take a picture. We drove to the nearest beach, Victoria Bay. :)

Victoria's Bay

Victoria's Bay

I was making new memories with Noid (his words) and mentally I could feel how far I have come as we stood on the beach eating ice creams (that messed all over my top). I really do love Noid. It is always wonderful to be with him when he is away from work, relaxed and chilled. The trip has been really meaningful for our relationship.

On our way back, we stopped and had dinner at Dagon’s Cove in Herold’s Bay. It looked most inviting and pretty little lights and a proper view of the sea. We even saw the sunset with beautiful pink decorations, just for us. I had ribs which was very nice, and a milo milkshake which I did not enjoy. Noid ordered steak which was totally overdone and I really thought he should send it back, but he insisted that he is on holiday and will just go with the flow.

Dutton's Cove in Herolds Bay

Dutton's Cove in Herolds Bay

We spoke for ages and it was more about us being together, than a dining experience as the food was totally average. We came back to our Cottage, Noid did a load of washing, I blogged and eventually fell asleep. Noid fell asleep in front of the TV (after I had tripped the power in the middle of Top Gear LOL) and I eventually felt him next to me round 1am.

I had a most horrible night and woke up from pain around 2h30am. I took meds and eventually fell asleep, only to wake again with the pain still there, took more pain killers and in swallowing the tablets I got hiccups which woke dear Noid. Shame, to have such a strange wife. I got up, wanting him to go back to sleep, drank some water, made some hot chocolate and ate a marshmallow and the hiccups stopped. Yay! I struggled all through the night and woke up at 7am still in pain. I will ride the wave, reminding myself that the pain will go again. It always does! (positive affirmation, en so)

I can’t believe we have been on holiday for 15 days already. It does not feel that long at all. 8 days remain (said in my Survivor voice), with so much still to see. :)

We are off to Knysna today….. super excited. :) …. but first we going to have an outside shower. Double :) :)

This is as green as we go. Showering outside. Nakkid.

This is as green as we go. Showering outside. Nakkid.

 
This is my 807th post since I joined Word Press. Please say hello? Just for today, let out your inner lurker.

I wish you enough,

Wenchy

Down the garden path – Day 10 – 12

Day 10 – 3 March 2012

Arabella

Arabella

Now this was a day that Noid was so excited about. We had to leave really early although we only had 30km to travel; Noid walked so many times up and down to carry stuff to the car. Let’s say we don’t pack light…. and we were on the top floor (no lift)…. I had finally found something to give Noid for Christmas, yes, it is now March. A round of golf at “Arabella Country Estate” and a night of sleeping in this exquisite establishment.

Noid

Noid

Wenchy and Noid

Wenchy and Noid

The golf course was beautiful, awesome views and well, one really couldn’t hope for more. It felt like your every need had already been met before you knew you had a need. It came at a steep price all this clairvoyance, R20 for a tin of coke kind of thing. I only went with on the cart for the first 9 holes and then made myself comfortable in one of the many lounges where I ate cheese cake, drank a latte and listened to the people with many colours speak.

Arabella - Cheese Cake

Arabella - Cheese Cake

The accents and the pronunciation are so spectacular that it is free comedy at its best. I really enjoyed just listening, although I did literally laugh out loud ONCE and the people of many colours looked at me. It is just there I was reminded about their gang mentality and a knife is not how I see my life ending so I laughed inside my own body instead. :)

Noid posing çause that is what he does. LOL

Noid posing çause that is what he does. LOL

We booked into our key card room (I remember us being locked out of our own room – by me – at 1am in Zimbabwe last year, laying on the floor laughing while waiting for the night manager – pathetic and not even drunk) and off course the room was lavish with every comfort imaginable.

Lead me not into temptation.

Lead me not into temptation.

It was all very stunning with a view of the lagoon, a king sized bed and well, dear Noid was asleep not long after the Cheetah’s game (they lost, so best he sleeps).

View from our room

View from our room

I didn’t feel all that well and also went to bed round 6pm and woke up at 11pm. So, no dinner for us. No hunger either. I was in a tail spin and feeling very crappy because I slept through my 8pm call to Victoria. I hate that feeling. I read the YOU magazine (don’t judge) and again fell asleep.

Day 11 – 4 March 2012

We were up just after 6am and I had a Tranquil Body Treats Vanilla bath while Noid and I chatted. The room is such that these huge bamboo type doors open the entire suite up so you can see the full bathroom from the bed. Noid made me tea, with a biscuit which was very cute. Finally we went to have breakfast. The breakfast was the usual hotel fare and the people around us were strange for some reason. The world seemed to loud for me this morning. Okay I felt like I was also strange as Noid told me I look old. Like a Granny! Not a very nice thing to say. I think Liam James and Noid may be related. They both say whatever comes to mind with no stop sign. Back in our room I phoned Victoria, I finished my writing for today, Noid nodded off (he snored bloody loud)…. And now I am going to pack as we are off to see the most southern tip of Africa today…. We had not booked anywhere to sleep for the next night… so let’s see where we end up. :) We went through many little towns and saw lots of wonderful sights.

Lots of Victoria everywhere~!

Lots of Victoria everywhere~!

I MISS MY KIDS!!!!!

Playing with my Canon.

Playing with my Canon.

Such a familiar site in South Africa. A random burned out taxi.

A lonely boat

Harbour

Just the two of us

Smelling the roses

 We ended up at “The Arniston Hotel & Spa” – at first we debated as the bed and breakfast price was a tad on the high side and having just stayed at Arabella our budget was a tad on the over the edge. We decided to check it out all the same.

Our room

Our room

Sherry

In the end we had a dinner, bed and breakfast reservation with a free seafood platter (There was crayfish, mussels, calamari, line fish, prawns, rice and veggies and it was supurb!)

Our complimentary seafood platter

Our complimentary seafood platter

The staff is efficient, friendly, driven to please and make your stay as comfortable as possible. Due to Noid’s excellent negotiation skills, in the end we had dinner, bed and breakfasT (and a spa treatment) for less than the original bed and breakfast price!

Arniston from our balcony

Arniston from our balcony

What a wonderful find. It is a four star hotel and they delivered in all the right ways.

Day 12 – 5 March 2012

I had a hot stone massage straight after breakfast and it was glorious!  Wish one could start every day like that.

Wenchy

Wenchy

We left Aniston after 12pm and stopped in Swellendam to say hello to Noid’s brother, his girlfriend and her son. Well, that turned into a round of golf at the Swellendam Golf Club, which I can only describe as resembling an old church hall. I chose not to sit on yet another cart, and instead I made myself very comfortable in the car with the phone charging, playing around on the net and drinking my juice.

Swellendam

Swellendam

Brothers

Brothers

Darryl, Noid, Sera and Jethro

We left Swellendam and finally arrived at our destination for the evening, Mosselbay – a guest house which was recommended by the Manager of the Aniston Hotel, Rodger just after 7pm. Bay Lodge on the Beach is one of the nicest guest houses I have ever slept in. Their web site is a bit outdated and the pictures does not do the establishment justice – it is oustanding.

Wow!

Wow!

Once again, Noid played his magic and again, we got discount on our room rate (it helped that we had the same surname as the owners LOL) and wow! 

There was only one room available, what I can only describe as a honeymoon suite on steriods – not champagne, or roses or oysters could have made it prettier. The room has a floor to ceiling view of the beach… and stairs going straight onto the beach. No road, no bush, nothing – you, step, beach. Wow! The room has a huge balcony that offer a spot in the sun for two deck chairs and another shady spot that resembles a dining area. There is the normal coffee/tea making facilities with a bar fridge and a TV with all the right chanels with plush chairs to sit in. The king size bed which is not two single beds pushed together is so big that I couldn’t find my husband. LOL The lights and fan all work off remotecontrol, air-con, fluffly bedding, the works. There is a dressing room with a build in table which is actually as big a a room – and a bathroom… wow!

Very proper bath that!!

Very proper bath that!!

You can swim in the bath. Noid and I are not small people and we both could comfortably fit without even touching, huge shower and a night light to help you find your way not to wake anyone. I am suitable impressed – and we immediately booked a second night! It’s tremendous.  

You can't say I don't share, right to the toilet paper!

You can't say I don't share, right to the toilet paper!

I wish you enough (and thanks for the fish!),
Wenchy

Down the garden path – Day 1 – 9

Dear friends –

I’m starting over, hopefully giving you a bit more of an insight into our Down the garden path tour of 2012. There are SO many pictures to choose from that I just chose what jumped out at me. Off course there are also pictures on Face Book you can check out. I’ve been good and post cards are on their way. :) Here is a some background from Day 1 until Day 9. I hope to post from Day 9 onwards tomorrow, but that king size, fluffy bed is calling. :)

Day 1 – 23 February 2012

Noid and I left home in the early hours of 23 February 2012. I had shopped and stocked up for Kevin who is looking at our kittens and since the kids don’t live with us, all that was left was to miss them. I felt nervous knowing we will be gone for a long time but as my Mammie (is what I call me Mom, never anything else lol) said, sooner or later they all leave and what is left then? You and your husband… so get cracking.

We packed the Suzi (our 4×4) with ease, including our new fridge cooler box thing that reminds me of camping that you blog into the cigarette holder bit in the car and there you go. Noid had made some CD’s from top 100 hits over the last decade or so, so we were all set and off we went. Our first day was to be our longest stretch of almost 600km, with the main aim to see Gariep Dam as I had never been there. Flown over but never driven.

Noid - the dam is over a 100km big!

Noid - the dam is over a 100km big!

Noid and Wenchy

Noid and Wenchy

It was spectacular in beauty and vast in size. I am not big on nature but I honestly enjoyed this. There was a cool dam wall, much like at Harties, just so much bigger and more impressive. I must say Noid has truly taken me places I have never been and thankfully he understands that I don’t camp!

Wenchy... and Noid having a small sleep on the grass.

Wenchy... and Noid having a small sleep on the grass.

Noid had requested we sleep near the dam well, I interpreted dam as in water and found a spot on the Orange River – kilometres from the dam, but hey water is water and the dam feeds the river, or the river feeds the dam, so I figure water is water, the dam is over 100km long after all. When you research holiday accommodation on the internet you are either hugely surprised in a happy way when you arrive or befok vererg.

Noid on the banks of the Orange River.

Noid on the banks of the Orange River.

Well, “Destiny River Lodge” was our first stop and to be honest, I had expected it to be more well, rustic (in Wenchy language COMMON) BUT, while it was basic, the man who greeted us was friendly, the room clean, the bed comfortable and Noid made a kick ass fire, we had bought some salads pre-packaged, don’t worry, I didn’t make it, along and a feast it was.

It was a most pleasant stay, we got in the river, I sat in a boat, okay so the boat wasn’t in water, but it sounds cool right? Noid slept on the grass, I wrote post cards (I am not even half way yet with the post cards, good thing we still have lots of travelling to do.) and all was well. The following morning we were late for a full English breakfast which was seriously over-priced if you looked at what the accommodation costs. The lady person who served us breakfast had that fresh “I just fell out my bed” look and not cause she got lucky, but because that is simply how she rolls.

Day 2 – 24 February 2012

We had approximately 450km to drive to Beaufort-West and stopped at various places along the way –  where we were to stay the night at another internet solution( www.wheretostay.co.za  is a particular favourite of mine as we are also Honey Stay members, we get 15% discount at affiliated establishments), “Cape Karoo Guest House”. Now this was so much more me. Sigh. Big trees, rows of roses, antique furniture, fluffy duvet and pillows – and not TV in the bedroom) it had a small lounge with TV (all sports channels), the bathroom was less impressive and then the main bedroom was beautifully decorated. There was also an old fashioned looking coffee/tea station with actual rusks and I would bet they were homemade, or at least bought from the home industry! My Mammie and my mother in law. Mother Mary would have loved this place. The décor is so them (and moi, although I live in a contemporary Dainfern type house in Johannesburg with clean lines – bull). I fell in love with the place immediately. The look, the feel, the tranquillity (and air conditioning in a 38 degree desert) sucked me in, and that is where I stayed. My husband watched some sport, I read and it was glorious. At supper time we contemplated going out, but I admit I did not feel like moving a muscle and really wasn’t a contender for the worlds thinnest woman, and Noid also didn’t feel like it, so we kind of skipped supper, only to find ice cold pancakes I had bought at Spar in our fanTy car fridge. So that was supper. 

Our "cottage" at Cape Karoo Guest House - Beautiful!

Our "cottage" at Cape Karoo Guest House - Beautiful!

Breakfast was served in the main house with the same kind of décor and the biggest tea cups I have ever seen. No I have, Elize you gave me such an orange one once!! They did serve the smallest sausage I had ever seen but thankfully I am not a fan. We had full English breakfast and I still do not know why it is called that? I am not gonna Google it either. Anyhow, hugely pleasant place, lovely friendly people and a room that was my kind of heaven.

Wenchy in Beaufort West.

Wenchy in Beaufort West.

My great-grandparents were married there in the Karoo and didn’t amble far so was buried there also. My Ouma Chrissie was baptised in the church there and was placed in a Children’s home with two of her sisters as her mom had passed away. My Ouma Chrissie said at 16 you had to leave, good luck to you. Thankfully she had many, many siblings and an older brother and his wife took her in who lived in Johannesburg where she worked in the post office who then still did the “nommer asseblief?” She was invited to a dance soon after where she met my Oupa Mike in Potchefstroom (he had ventured quite a bit as he fought in WW2 – many medals including one presented to him by the late Queen Mom for bravery and afterwards saw the world and spoke many languages. I still can’t write about him without a tear.) Anyway, my grandfather was 13 years older than my Ouma Chrissie and she told him he is an old man when he said that same night he wants to marry her, and asked her father. LOL They were engaged soon after on her birthday 12 August and married on his birthday 22 December of the same year. No, my mom did not arrive within the next year. LOL In the end they were happily married for 56 years and I am yet to meet a couple who adored each other as much as they did. He died in his sleep, peacefully at 85 and she prayed to die from that day on. Her prayers were answered 18 months later.

My Mammie had on a previous trip gone to see all the documentation as her and my Dad Alex took my grand-parents on a trip to the Cape, often with my Ouma’s sister, Tannie Connie every February. Yes, I still have resentment that I was never invited with- but we shall leave that for some therapist to sort out one day. I looked at the church, took a picture. Noid asked if I wanted to go in. I said no. I don’t feel like crying today. So I didn’t and off we drove.

Swartberg Pass. A tiny bit of 4x4 action.

Swartberg Pass. A tiny bit of 4x4 action.

Swartberg Pass. A stream I washed my hair in. :)

Days 3 –> Day 7 – 25, 26, 27, 28, 29 February 2012 We drove to Stellenbosch the next day which was also approximately 450km. The drive is beautiful. Lots of beautiful.

Wenchy in Betty's Bay

Wenchy in Betty's Bay

Betty's Bay

Betty's Bay

Our next googled inspired spot, “Ryneveld Country Lodge”. Well, now this one threw me a little. It didn’t quite (or at all) look like the pictures on the internet – (Lisa ek het toe mos nou so aan jou gedink daar dame!) It was situated in the heart of the town, near the university. If I was a student I would want to attend that university. Minimum clothing required.

The entrance hall and dining room of the lodge was very beautifully decorated, the staff very eager to please but I have no idea where the country bit in their name came in. Next we were escorted (no porters at any places we had stayed so far, I must remember to tip Noid) out the front door, across the street, through a remote control gate with electric fencing, through another door with a lock into a baby courtyard with pretend ducks and little benches and through another locked door at which point I started to feel a little like Alice in Wonderland….. We ended up in what I can only describe as a room who tried to dress up for the ball and the fairy godmother was maybe tipsy and the pumpkin came way too late. There was nothing ACTUALLY wrong with the room. It simply didn’t meet my expectations. It had a double bed, very nicely decorated with huge cushions, one chair and a TV…. and an antique type writing table from where I did my blogging. The one really cool thing was that the wireless in the area was running on steroids and I enjoyed that. The bathroom also had no window so extractor fan was it, which I am not a huge fan of. I travel with enough Tranquil Body Treats to make any bathroom smell like a vanilla pod so all was soon sorted.

Noid stayed one evening in the “country” with me before he went to play golf with his colleagues, came back to grab his bags and off we went to drop him at his conference in Somerset-West. Thankfully I quite enjoy my own company and being alone doesn’t scare me, although I always miss Noid and my kids.

Visiting Strand beach after dropping Noid in Somerset-West for a conference.

Visiting Strand beach after dropping Noid in Somerset-West for a conference.

After dropping Noid I went to the beach and listened to the most bizarre thing which only South African’s would get…. There was a live band playing while I had an early supper on my own… a coloured dude who played a mean guitar and sang in a Cape coloured accent which was all hugely entertaining…… until he gave it a bit of WE DON’T NEED NO EDUCATION in this cool accent. Well, that was just another brick in the wall and I laughed very loud… and made a prompt exit.

Breakfast at the “country “is served in the main building across the street in a gorgeous setting. Really smart and very proper with lots of knives and forks and cups and stuff to make you feel confused like. Now the breakfast here in the “country” was fucking fabulous. Besides the usual bacon and egg blah blah, they had PLAAT KOEKIES…. I guess in English that is like a crumpet of so iets. Well, I love that. Just plain – no need to add anything I eat it just like that…. So I had that every day with tea in a big pot. Proper crockery makes such a difference in a tea experience. I loved that.

Anyhow for my days I stayed in Stellenbosch I did go to the mall which I discovered quite by accident where I purchased a pair of slip on shoes for R50 because my black ones hurt my feet. Thinking about it now I should have bought lots more shoes there and I am NOT a shoe person.

Shop and wear! *order carrot cake

Shop and wear! *order carrot cake

As my husband or anyone who really knows me. I wear shoes as little as humanly possible. I’ve served tea in a client meeting in a boardroom when I use to work with no shoes on. My feet may be as ugly as the next but they are pedicured and painted and all. So tough. Actually my feet look better than some people’s shoes!In this mall I found quite by accident in the middle of the town I found a post office and I posted the cards I had already written. Send me your address if you would like a card, I will mail, even international with pleasure – mrsk@mweb.co.za although they may not always be posted in the town I wrote them! I also had some carrot cake and shopped a little at Edgars as they now had a 75% special off sale on. I bought two t-shirts, some blue glitter for my eyes in case I want to go as a member of ABBA to some or other function, like a funeral or something and an Alice Band with a purple flower in it. You never know when you may need such a flower at R8. Then at Woolworths I picked up two more fashion sunglasses at R30 each! On sale yes, these big goggle looking sunglasses that makes one look like a wee frog. I LOVE EM. Noid hates them. Did I mention one is purple and the other a kick ass orange? Hehehhehe will compliment my skin tone so beautifully! I bought myself a lovely Alfredo for supper, only to realise once I got to the “country” that there was no microwave. Bright I am. I also thankfully bought cheese sticks with cucumber sticks and ham. I still have the Alfredo in our plug in camping style fridge.

On another evening I ordered a pizza. The “country” only provided one with breakfast after that you could at your leisure eat in fabulous little bistros and such but although I have dined on my own before I was far more interested in reading, writing and after just finishing the book “Room” I was really grasping the concept quite literally, except that I was not raped. I will bring the book to book club, it was awesome. I can’t remember from day to day exactly but Noid snuck out of conference one evening and I went to fetch him at say 3am…. I was seriously telling myself that he was telling me I was irresistible while his mouth moved and said his roommate snored terribly and hence he wanted to share my bed. After that he took Suzi with him, so no more mall for me as it was too far to walk and I really didn’t mind. I had a jolly good time, although the place we stayed in was nothing like I had imagined. Thankfully my imagination goes everywhere with me.

Day 8 – 1 March 2012

I had overslept (meaning I had woken up, made coffee, Noid left, I lay down = sleep) the final morning in the “country” and woke at 9h15 and breakfast is only served until 9am. I phoned and said there may be a croissant left. Well in a bit of a PJ l leaped across the room with the students walking to university giving me a small look. I felt like saying “oh fuck off!” because Billy (Connolly) speaks in my head like my conscious. He doesn’t mind he isn’t a grasshopper. Anyhow I think hotel personnel is trained not to give odd guests an odd look cause they let me in and to my surprised I was able to have what I had every morning including my ta in my lovely white teapot. My new short hair doesn’t have that slept in look like my long hair did, my short hair just looks like I don’t own a comb so I forgave the people looking as I made my way back to the room to pack. I showered and packed all our stuffs. I am not sure what I have more off… books or Tranquil Body Treats?

Noid bought four bottles of wine which he smelled and swirled and ohhhh and ahhhhhed over. I thought it tasted like cough mixture…. But I am a tad common. 

Cheers!

Cheers!

In Hermanus I had booked a place called “Baleens”, another www.wheretostay.co.za find. I was a tad apprehensive of this one, as it was really cheap and included breakfast. I insisted on a sea facing room and they didn’t ask for a deposit. Mmmmmm. I love this game or money or the box I play in my head with accommodation.”Baleens” turned out to be a guest house with hotel potential. It has its own little won restaurant, I think it may be called “The Smelly Dog”- seriously but I will double check. It is antique furniture with a touch of Africa. I realised I was becoming someone I didn’t like when the words “the TV in our room is the size of our microwave at home!” came out my mouth. Cow Wenchy. The bed and bedding is fluffy and nice, the room is spacious and the bathroom a bit of an after-thought really. There is nothing happening there. The people are super friendly and helpful; the owner is 100% involved and also makes your breakfast with a lovely Afrikaans accent and asked me if I want “spek” Baie beindruk was ek. The restaurant serves you whatever they have and keep serving it until they run out and then the menu is wiped from the black board and a new one is put up.  I’ve really enjoyed “Baleens” and will happily stay here again. It is so affordable and the water pressure in that shower is fantastic. :)

 I went with Noid to play golf at Hermanus.

Cheerleading for Noid at Hermanus Golf Club. xxx

Cheerleading for Noid at Hermanus Golf Club. xxx

He played with a husband and wife team who are from Canada and Albania or something but live in Iraq or Afghanistan? I was fine for the first 9 holes but I did fall asleep during the second. Must have looked dead sexy – NOT. I felt horrible and bi-polar is motion is not pretty and poor Noid kept asking me if I had taken tablets or something? I really hadn’t. I’m naturally fucking bonkers.

We also went to have waffles, well I had a waffle, and Noid had a steak roll that was like halve a French loaf long. Yikes. Noid played with his kite on the beach a bit, I cried for my kids a bit, thankfully you can’t hear that in the wind, then Noid tried to teach me about the kite but I sucked but he was kind and patient and pretended not to see my red eyes. The beach near “Baleens” is empty for kilometres. It is beautiful with little river type ponds and scrubs and bushes hiding the path which is why there is nobody there…. They don’t know how to get to it. A bit of secret garden action happening there.

Day 9 – 2 March 2012

Besides going for breakfast and writing this blog, I’ve done pretty much nothing else and I’ve enjoyed it tremendously. Noid went to play golf at Hermanus again which I really did not mind. He got back wanting me to go swim. I said sorry about that but I am still blogging. He doesn’t believe one can blog for hours… but one can. We had dinner at a very popular Italian restaurant. We got one of the last reserved tables while everything was empty but reserved. 15 minutes later the place was packed!!! The food was good, but I admit, not one of my best days emotionally. Some days coming from both poles sucks.

Wenchy, the girl interrupted.

Wenchy, the girl interrupted.

Why wasn’t I born bi-sexual instead of bi-polar?

I wish you enough,

Wenchy

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