It’s amazing how religious this country is. I seriously have no problem with people and their religious choices I am just always shocked when it is so out there and public. We were cut off by a car the other day that had a sticker in the back window that said the car was powered by Jesus. Well I think Jesus would have been pissed of by your driving ability sir, you are not representing his ideals well by being a selfish asshole on the road. But I imagine being powered by Jesus is way cheaper than gas right? That VW was running on pure, unleaded holy love.

We went to see Hennie’s cousin’s son play rugby again yesterday. And guess who was the main sponsor of the rugby tournament? You guessed it…Jesus! They were blasting christian music that sounded exactley like Blink 182 but talked about the Holy Father in Afrikaans. The band was called Jesus Culture…awesome. There were signs that said Jesus lives all over the place and there were even Bible quotes on the rugby balls!! Hennie thought that marketing Jesus on rugby balls was a brilliant way to make money in this country. He wished he had though of it first…I thought maybe we could market cricket bats with giant crosses on it. We may have a successful business here someday after all.

I started throwing the ball back and forth with Hennie’s cousins other son, Junior. It turns out I have a decent arm and have the gift of catching anything thrown at me. I kept having rugby Dads come by and compliment me in Afrikaans! Well I have no idea what they were saying, I am just assuming it was good. Maybe they were saying my form was bad, or girls shouldn’t play rugby, or that Jesus was signing autographs in the tent behind me. I had no idea.

I drank an Americano! So exciting!!

We went to Hennie’s cousins after and decided the best thing to do was to play drinking games! Sweet! We played coins, some Alphabet game I made up on the spot, but the drinking wasn’t having fast enough so we decided to play Chirades and the winners got to drink. Let’s just say I totally rock at that game and I had a slight headache this morning. Everyone was such good sports. We acted out things like belly dancing, Days of Our Lives and Justin Beiber. WHAT A RIOT! I think I am going to have regular chirades parties when I get home, so much fun.

Beiber fever is still rampant here. He is in Jo’Burg tonight. I can’t beleive how big he is here. Every store sells shirts with his face on it, they play his music on the radio all the time and 4 girls at his Cape Town concert were taken to the hospital for fainting. WTF! I totally don’t get it.

Today we are celebrating Mother’s Day by having a Poikie. Which is like a meat stew slow cooked on an open fire in a cast iron pot. We went to the mall to get all the necessary ingredients, where both of Hennie’s nephews could have full on nervous breakdowns in the line ups so that everyone around us hated us. And were probably thinking Fuck Mother’s Day, kids suck.

I bought a grey leopard print dress. Weee!

Anyhoo, off to Hennie’s parents this evening for a few days of endless eating, Days of Our Lives and Cricket watching until I get so angry at not understanding wtf is going on that I go read a damned book.

Happy Mother’s Day Mom!!!!! Love you and miss you!!!!!! Thanks for everything!!!!