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I just got these little treasures in an e-mail and thought I would share it…made me smile :)

Dear Noah,
We could have sworn you said the ark wasn’t leaving till 5.
Sincerely, Unicorns

Dear America,
You produced Miley Cyrus. Bieber is your punishment.
Sincerely, Canada

Dear Yahoo,
I’ve never heard anyone say, “I don’t know, let’s Yahoo! it…” just saying…
Sincerely, Google

Dear Saturn,
I liked it, so I put a ring on it.
Sincerely, God

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Yesterday I experienced an unsolicited act of kindness, after December has delivered a few blows from society.

We are moving in about a week and a half and I panhandled the local Pick ‘n Pay for a couple of apple boxes to start packing. I was in the delivery area and asked the logistics manager if I may take the boxes. “Sure my sweetheart,” he says.

As if he was right beside me, a young black man grabs all the boxes and asks where to? If only everyone in life could be this nice. I believe in karma, and think that the nice things I try to do to people are finally coming around.

In December though, a beggar called me a very crude Afrikaans word because I did not have any money to give him. Well, I’m sorry Mister I’m-too-lazy-to-work, perhaps you should go and mow some lawn and make a hundred bucks.

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I have a semi obsession with owls and as a Christmas present from my loveliest, I got an owl necklace. (I will probably put up some pics after the weekend) But I have collected a few brilliant and unique owl pieces, which frightens some people or really prickle their interest. They look quite similar to these ones, which photos I have not taken.

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If I were ever allowed to have a credit card, this being banned by both the mother and the beau, I would be able to do such awesome shopperies. Such as these plates, from the etsy shop JimboBart.



 

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Websites, friends, people you don’t know and their cats were telling my beau and I about the absolute gorgeousness of this little bellybutton fluff sticking out of Thailand’s navel and that we should make sure that we hydrate a lot, as it might be a bit warm. Granted. But no one told us that it would be so ungodly, yawning crows and vulture circling hot!

That said, I was sitting there, quarter to nine in the evening, in the quiet of Phuket. In the background the wind was playing with some bamboo charms, someone was grinding and sawing to finish their shop, and a few crackers had illuminated the night.

I was sitting outside on a veranda, with only my skin and my shoes, determined that I was the first person on earth who set a record for the least-sleep-while-traveling-back-in-time-too, ever!

We left our South Africa at seven the previous morning, and I had not closed my eyes for 36 hours straight. Well, still sitting in front of the computer, I came to the conclusion that my body and brain were to tired to sleep. Or perhaps it was because of the impenetrable slut named heat!

On our way to our hotel, it seemed that the bigbird just made a twelve-hour detour to KwaZulu-Natal. Banana trees, shrubbery, and hellfire’s oven left open. Following a daunting trip in a (Thank God!) air-conned taxi, through some areas that makes Soweto look like a five star resort, we had arrived at our hotel. Pleasantly surprised by the serenity and the beauty of the area it was hulled in, but dog tired just the same, we had to wait another hour before we could be booked in, because, you see, we were too early. That heat!

At last, we were booked in and the beau and I tried to close our eyes, which only lasted half an hour. (I set the alarm for two hours, but my biological clock was effed). So I got up and painted the town red. (Partly because I was so red from heatstroke!)


Our hotel!



“Durban with a roof” says the beau. Dare to enter the market and every human calls you to buy something from them, even though you have just bought exactly the same thing from his neighbour. Fifty stalls, ‘n pair of Fillafong slops, one chocolate Cornetto smeared Megan (that’s me), two straw hats and two pairs of Raybans later, the beau and I realised that Phuket isn’t entirely walkable, even though it looked the size of a dime on the map.

Challenge accepted! Soon we were on our way to Phatong beach on mopeds. Never in my life have I seen such a whoresnest of electrical cables AND Phuket’s traffic – utterly motherless! (Which is actually my sort of heaven. There is nothing I enjoy more than the rush of traffic and having the odd brawl with a taxi.) However, this was an entirely different scene. 
Whoresnest of cables



There was not one working traffic light and four million scooters were traveling in the direction that Sa Wat Dee Ka was sending them (latter means Hello! in Thai, but that’s almost all you hear). Then you had the thirty three thousand red tuk-tuk’s to pardon. Their owners would shout the price of the taxi and that we should take a ride with them, while on our scooters! Well, add a broken speedometer, and a fretful beau and you have one interesting ride.


On our way back to the hotel, I came across a roadblock and was pulled over because I am clearly a tourist. The pigs asked me for my license, which I left at the hotel for safety reasons. But a little white lie can’t hurt.

“It’s in my boyfriend’s backpack. I don’t have any pockets.” (Which I really did not have, being half naked in a sheer blue dress and a bikini). Meanwhile, I lost the beau in this can of worms called traffic and I hoped that he was still behind me. Which he was. With a fine of 300 baht, I was arrested while the beau drove off to withdraw money. But I won’t stop here. In Afrikaans I told him to pretend that the license was in his backpack all the time. He then had to pretend that when coming back from withdrawing money that it was in his wallet, he did just not realise it. The pigs weren’t very easily convinced. But then! Puppy eyes, it works!


The pigs



Later we had dinner, mine being a seafood pizza, and I would have loved to have an old SA favourite to wash it down.

“Wot is zavna dwy?”

Beautiful Thailand
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Owing to the rain, there has been absolutely no interesting events in my life, apart from me being sick on Sunday morning at 3:00 am and sitting in front of the telly, watching absurd shows and crying as I felt sorry for myself. We had a corporate braai on Saturday, for the beau’s work, but it wasn’t anything I ate or drank that made me sick. Oh, and there was this cute almost two-year-old who wanted me to pick her up and when I tried to put her down, she would start hollering like a cat in heat. It didn’t bother me though, I think I am a bit broody at the moment, and if I were married and not six years shy of my goal age to become a mother, I would certainly have a baby now. They are just soooo freakin cute. We had one in the office this morning too, I nearly died, so pretty!

Well, to sidetrack my thoughts from my maternal instinct and premature motherhood, I will tell you about last year September, when the beau and I went to Phuket for a little breakaway.

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