Normally, I do at least a little revising and editing for blog entries. In honor of the special day, I’m blogging stream of consciousness…
I watched “the rugby” from Scrumpy Jack’s last night. In an exciting match, the hometown Stormers won by a landslide. I think I acted the part of rugby fan pretty well, convincing two blue and white striped fans behind that I was knowledgable enough to sit in their section.
The university semester is fast coming to an end. I’m over the hump of regularly scheduled class work, with “only” final research papers and a Thesis proposal to finish in the next two weeks. Once these are finished, my mind is dialed in to the World Cup and a two month circuit through southern Africa.
I’m excited and ready to expand my knowledge of South (and southern) Africa beyond Cape Town. It can be difficult to really get out. Yesterday morning, I took the train to the center of town with the intent of catching the next bus to anywhere. It turns out that the next bus left 6 hours later and arrived “anywhere” at two in the morning. Cape Town is effectively excluded from the rest of South Africa, excepting the Garden Route and the Cape Peninsula, both beautiful, but lacking any perceptive difference.
I’ve recently become addicted to “How I Met Your Mother.” My housemate, Jimmy, has the first four seasons on his hard drive. Lacking a television, I’ve taken to watching an episode to wind down after class. “An episode” has turned into 3 or 4 at a time. That Ted and Robyn really crack me up…
Ultimate Frisbee Nationals are this weekend. Due to my mandatory attendance at Rotary meetings, I haven’t been able to play on the national team, but I went to watch the UCT matches today. My ultimate involvement has been a recent development (last 5 years of my life?) and I am constantly amazed at how much fun frisbee people are…
I constantly fail at setting the alarm correctly at my house in Observatory (granted, not the safest area of town). My housemates, after laughing and making fun of me, ask me, “well, how do you set the alarm in your country?” Chagrined, I reply, “well, we don’t really do alarms in most places.” The culture of security is one of the strongest distinctions between here and home. An example: I drove through “horse country” a few weekends ago. There were rolling hills, solitary trees, barns surveying luscious green and a particularly South African trait. Outside the picturesque and paradigmatic white picket fences were larger metal gates with razor wire at the top.
Today is one of the days I’m most homesick to be away from Louisville. I love the excitement of the
Kentucky Derby, the buildup and the climax, the pageantry, the parties, the beer and the betting and most of all the beauty of the whole event. So here it is, if you’ve survived this far, Kevin’s Derby winner from halfway across the world….drum
roll…wait for it…. Conveyance Super Saver! But don’t hold it against me if you lose any money, I spent about 45 seconds making that pick… (not to mention, I’ll probably erase and change it once the race is finished!)
Enjoy your friends, family, taco dip, and mint juleps. “And down the stretch they come…!!