The Great Escape

Form the 12^th to the 26^th not a lot happened, ok that not really true quite a bit happened but its going to be to laborious to write it all out so here it is in short (take a deep breath). Paper work for the course I was organising, a lot of paper work; trip to Mooi River, undefeated in card games, dealing with a course of 80 grade 6; taking them wall climbing, abseiling, and all that jazz, Abseiling my self of coffee rock a good 45meter decent with quite a big over hang trying to get down before the big storm clouds hit, taking Huston a barrel of a horse for a long out ride to burn off that holiday weight, discover wattle bending (climbing a tree until it snaps), running a course of 56 grade 7 who where born with cotton wool in there ears and a lot of time spent sleeping in front of the fire, it got cold here temp dropped to around 10 and a big leaving braai for the 4 guys leaving and I baked beer bread. On the 27^th the place suddenly got rather quite but I still had a bit of company so it was time for another outride this time a good 4hour ride up to the saddle. The start of the ride was a bit interesting trying to find a sport to cross the river but after finding a suitable place it was up the hill stopping half way to give that barrel of a hours a chance to catch his breath. Once at the top we gave the horses a chance to stretch there legs cantering across the planes with a stunning view of Giant’s Castle in the distance. The following day I had a visit from the head Lattituded man which was nice  but what wasn’t nice was the fact I was about to be alone in the burg as Siobhan’s parents had come to pick here up but the good news was I managed to persuade them to have a braai. While relaxing enjoying some cooked animal I was offered a life to Durban. Well the choice between a lonely burg and a city was an easy one to make so after hatching a plan and making a few calls I made good my escape. The following day I got to my south African church, ok it was a catholic church but what would you except from a family with an Irish named daughter. Anyway the service wasn’t too painful in fact it was a rather good one and afterwards it was time for brunch. Later in the day we went out to the harbour for diner while watching the boats go in and out. Monday was a beach. Up late then off to the beach were we walked along the golden sand stopping for a session of wave jumping, this time however the waves were not as impressive but still it was good fun. After soaking up the sun we continued our walk and made our way to the Moses Mabhida stadium where we took a ride in the cable car to the very top, not the top as in the roof top but top as in on top of the supporting arch where you could take in quite an impressive view of Durban and the surrounding suburbs. In the evening it was Braai time which you’ve just got to love. The following day unfortunately my great escape had to come to an end and I was taken back to the slammer.