My Life is Plagued with Fire

As I returned home from a lovely night of sokkie last friday, or should I say early Saturday morning, I found myself having the following conversation with the friend who was dropping me off...

Me: Ummm What’s that large orange glow?
Friend: Fire.
M: That’s awfully close to my flat, isn’t it?
F: Yup.
M: Damn I was really looking forward to going to sleep
F: Yup.
M: I’m not going to be able to do that now, am I?
F: Nope.
M: oh kak

As she dropped me off I observed a group of students from the building next door shooting a stream of water from what can best be described as a garden hose onto the trash can and tree on fire in front of my building. Watching this measley amount of water evaporate before it even hit the fire were the cops and paramedics...the fire department no where to be seen. This went on for about 15 minutes and just as the garden hose was starting to melt from the heat, our heroes in red decided to pitch up and put the fire out in a good 30 seconds. Oh will the adventure never cease.

Then Saturday and Sunday we went to SonA's house to have a braai, make breakfast on a waterfall and attempt to play tennis and pseudo-jenga.

Last night was EB's last night in Stellenbosch, so we decided to be as lame as possible. We went to a local pub because there was free food. Then we proceded to half sleep on the couch while watching month old horse jumping for much too long until we got so fed up with it we just left and went to bed. In case you care, Eric Lamaze (the Canadian show jumper) came second! Woot woot!

The rest of this week was spent avoiding the planning of my trip to Namibia with EB and his two American friends. Despite our best efforts at not planning this trip, it has somehow worked out and we are leaving in (theoretically) an hour. I'll let you know how that all went when I get back!