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Rage, rage against the dying of the light. AKA, I am turning 30.

In 30 days (okay 31 days), on the 30th of April, I am turning 30. For some this day in their lives fills them with dread and dispair. I'm not sure what I feel about it yet. All I know is that all those 30s in a row makes me want to party.

I was contemplating what epic party to throw, when my copywriter came up with this crazy idea that was so crazy that I could not resist: 30 parties in 30 days.

How I'm I going to pull this off? How will my liver survive? What makes a party a party? You'll just have to wait and see.

As Dylan Thomas said "Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Lots of cats and tequila in Melville

This blogpost is kind of a 2 in 1.

Part 1

One of the collective nouns for cats are a clutter of cats. There has never been a more apt description for the cats of Bounty Hunters second hand shop in Melville.

We were on our way to a party at Café Mexicho in Melville when we decided to pop into Bounty Hunters to find something quirky for the birthday girl. There were two girls petting kittens at the entrance. There was another cat in the foyer. And another one on the counter. And another three on a four poster bed in the middle of the shop. I noticed bowls of cat food around every corner. There must be many cats here, I thought. And there was. When we went up to the second floor it became a bit of a game: spot the cat amongst the clutter. It was not a very difficult game...

As we made our way through the cluttered isles of random goods, we came to another room, the cat room. There must have been about 20 cats in there, just chilling, walking up their cat walkways, staring out the window,…

A warm day, a lighthouse, and a cold beer

I'd love to see more of the world. Spain, Cuba, Croatia, New York (again). But there is nothing like being a tourist in your own country.

Each time we travel down to the Western Cape, we discover new and interesting places, just kilometres away from our usual hangouts. The past December holiday was no different. Instead of visiting the Robertson Wine Route or the tiny town of Napier, we headed west towards Gansbaai and Stanford. I don't recall ever visiting either of these towns.

You actually need at least a day for each of these places, but we basically did a drive-by.

First up was Gansbaai, famous around the world as one of the best shark cage diving spots. I'd actually like to go check out the sharks from the 'safety' of a cage. Maybe next time. We drove past the dock, seeing the boats prepare for their next excursion, and smelling the copious amounts of seaweed. Another boats seems to have been harvesting the stuff. Seaweed facial anyone?

From here we went '…

A farm in the middle of somewhere

I am not even going to try make excuses for only blogging again today. Let's just move on, shall we.
There are hundereds of December holiday photos waiting to be shared. I have not even loaded them on Facebook, never mind blogged them!

So in no particular order, let's start with a farm in the middle of nowhere, near Middelburg in the Karoo, Erin Country House. We stayed in two simple cottages near the farmhouse (various accommodation options are available), and was warmly greeted by host Trevor. The cottages where simple and neat - very hot unfortunately! But that's not why I want to write about Erin Country House. It's all about the silence. The peace and quiet. Apart from the rain that brought welcome relief from the heat, all you could hear was a few sheep in the distance. Sometimes a car would pass by on the horizon, but without a sound. It was blissful sitting on the veranda, sipping a cold glass of wine, watching the clouds, smelling the wet veld.

This is the per…