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Cultural learnings of Centurion

So this blog is supposed to be about America and all the 'cultural learnings' it will bring. My, my, I did not even have to leave my place of birth to experience such learnings.

My last week in SA will be spent in Centurion where I grew up. Lovely suburbia meets industria. Off to the new Spur near Mall@Reds we went for a satisfactory steakhouse dinner. And oh did we get that and so much more. They should add a surcharge for people watching. Here are the nominations for most watchable character in a family restaurant:

1. The two gay boys. Picture Adam Lambert meets Poena is Koning. And the best was, they were sharing Rosé. (Please note, Centurion is not Jozi. Homophobia runs wild here.)

2. All the men with two earrings and a mullet. Wow.

3. All the ladies with massive perms and bubble ponytails. You are doing Patricia Lewis proud.

4. All the unruly children who's parents deem it appropriate for them to climb over the faux plant terraces onto other people's seats. Also k…

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

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So this is what my iWeather is telling me about Dayton today. Please note the little snowflakes. But I am ready, you Snow you: 



(Please excuse bad, unflattering photography).

Thanks to my dearest friend, Gracé, all the way up in icy Finland/London, I now have a great puffy coat. It's cold up there, so she knows best. And for 4 quid, a great bargain shopper at that.

Om nom nom

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Okay, so you may or may not know that I am a bit food obsessed. I think about it, write status updates about it, talk about it, love it. So I will probably be writing often about the American food. I don't have much hope though. Especially not after watching Pauline on the new food channel. Can you say heart attack on a plate?

So here are two of the goodies I will definitely miss. And yes, there might be American alternatives, but I will still miss strolling around Woolies in Hyde Park, mouth watering, Louis Vitton sporting women glaring.


Don't mind the vintage effect. I went Action crazy in Photoshop.

A tale of three cities

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Wow, I am not even on the plane yet and already I got "'n knop in die keel" when I watched this:

Coming soon to a State near you

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Rooibos tea. I will miss it. Amongst other things. In fact, I will do a blog post on all the things I think I will miss. And then all the things I really do miss when I am actually there.


Just to keep everything up to date in the timeline of our Uprootment, here is Jaco at the airport, before we went to have Spur burgers, because that is one of the things he will miss. So random.

Note the stickers on the bag. Two more things we will miss.

All that and a bag of chips

It is 2011. Jaco will be on a plane to New York in 4 days. I will be off in one month. It is time to pack.

Packing. What would you pack if you only had one suitcase? Which pair of heels deserve a trip abroad? At the moment most of my wardrobe has been shunned. Everything in there is either too summery or too random. I am bargaining on online shopping to supply me with cheap American apparel and outerwear. And that I won't die of frostbite from the airport to the apartment.

Outerwear, by the way, turns out to be coats and jackets.


I am also abandoning my hairdryer, trusty feather pillow, Kenwood Chef and two crazy cats. All will be replaced by American everything. Except the cats. The are currently being taught video Skype.

What I will be packing is Enos, Valoid, Mybulin, ACC200, Wetwipes and flight socks. If I die it will be due to cold, not indigestion.