Well we have officially given up a breakfast and have replaced it with meat. I call them meatsicles. They are either random meats thrown onto a skewer or just droewoers, which in Canada is a pepperette but with dodgier meat. Starbucks coffee and meatsicles. I thought I saw a sign for Starbucks today and may or may not have cried a bit. I was wrong. But I found instant espresso in the grocery store today and hope that will be better then the weird brown coloured water known as coffee here…

Yesterday we had a big family gathering and braai and the debate about rugby started getting really heated. I decided, since I had already drank about 6 beers, that it was time I put my two cents in. I started quietly by asking questions, how many teams are there, where are they from, who cheers for which teams…I decided to make an announcement, I would 100% put my loyalty behind the Blue Bulls, for the main reason that when they say it in Afrikkans it either sounds like Blue Balls or Blow Balls. I said the team might as well have been named penis problems but they were my team. And the people that were cheering for the team from Cape Town were asshole. It would be like people in Ottawa cheering for Toronto…assholes. There was a silence. I feared I may have gone too far. I thought I was about to start a family riot, when someone yelled out “Angie for president!” and everyone laughed. We are hoping to go see the Blue Balls play next weekend, and I look forward to yelling Go Blue Balls at the top of my lungs for a few hours.

Bladerunner update-He is innocent! Everyone here thinks so. It’s totally normal to shoot into a closed door here if it’s thought to be an intruder. I had this same thought last night as I krept to the bathroom after everyone went to sleep. I hoped me peeing on the can would not be how it all ended.

South African road rules-Drive as fast as you fucking can at all times, fuck the crater like potholes, people walking on the side of the road and the fact that the lane is about to end. Just drive like a maniac.

We hung out with Hennie’s parents today, whom are both deaf. They are the sweetest people ever which is why I am concerned when Hennie leaves the room and his Mom says something to me and expects a response. She waves her hands, says something in Afrikaans and I think, come on Ange, figure it out. Don’t just smile and nod because what if she is saying something bad! She once told me a story and I did a thumbs up and smiled only to figure out right after she was telling me how she had slid on the kitchen mat and fell. Like I was some satanic duaghter in law that liked the fact she fell and hurt herself. So now I keep a concerned look on my face until I see her smile or thumbs up and then I know this story has a happy ending.