Well I have fallen so far off the vegetarian wagon, I don’t even remember what vegetables taste like… We went to a restuarant on Monday and I ordered lemon and herb chicken. When the plate came to me it felt like all my alarm bells should be going off, as presented to me on the plate was a whole flattened fucking chicken! I could see how it once resembled a live bird, legs, wings, everything but the bloody feathers. But my vegetarean self has been so turned off that I stuck my head over the railing of the patio, looked at the chickens wandering around and told them I was eating there Mother and it tasted quite good…

Monday night I had a feeling I may not be able to sleep as Hennie and I had drank half a bottle of rum. When we walked into our bedroom and saw 2 cockroaches the size of my thumbs I knew I was not going to sleep a wink. And when you haven’t quite recovered from jet lag every minute of sleep is vital. So the next morning I was a mess. I should have never had two of the Starbucks coffee I had brought (shut up, I am a snob, what of it…they have been a big hit here though and I am sad they are almost gone!). Then I grabbed a local paper to read. WHAT A MISTAKE! I read about the amount of people that get killed on the road we are staying on, which makes total sense. We had already had close calls. The road is narrow, winds around mountains and the average speed is 160 km/h. There are also pot holes the size of Clayton you must avoid. I became a little terrified about ever going on that road again. Then I turned the page and read about all the people that were getting murdered in this area, in their homes. Angry and disgruntled black workers come back to kill their previous white employers. I almost felt exempt from this until I went onto the patio to see the man who works in the gardens laughing hysterically at himself. I waved at him and he looked past me and said something I didn’t understand. I walked into the house to see “the maid” ironing and I thought, omg I hope these two aren’t conspiring against whacking the stupid American visiting them. I had a paranoid morning. I sat inside, drank beer with with my sister in law and watched tv for the rest of the day. By the end of the day I had evened out. I feel I am totaly ok to leave the house today. What adventure will today bring, hopefully a semi safe one?