Holiday madness

Salamu.

When I moved down to the land of the mighty Zulu people, I left a lot of my friends up in Joberg. And although the move has taken a lot of adjusting to, it has ultimately been good for me.

That is not to say that I do not miss my JHB friends, and when they are down in KZN I jump at the opportunity to visit them.

A friend, who is like a brother to me, is down at the moment and I went and visited his place in Balito. It is a small three bedroom flat that overlooks the sea. In fact one merely has to walk down two flights of stairs and 20 meters and one is on the beach.

I spent many New Years eves at that flat where we would fit 100 people on a blacony which is 10 meters long by five meters wide. We would drink enough alcohol to sink a pirate ship and we would curse like sailors.

The last New Years I spent there was two years ago. We as stated above, there were 100 people on a small balcony and a friend of mine and myself were busy drinking our way out of a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label when the party's Thundercats went down to light fireworks. They were HEAVILY intoxicated and we did the sensible thing of staying behind to watch the show.

As the display progressed the fireworks were aiming in all directions. One blew up barely two meters above a breaking wave and another was not aimed up up at all and blew a 1 meter ditch into the ground. The most memorable moment came when Daniel lit a firework and it shot out and was aiming for his cousin, Martin's, head. It was a big firework and Martin hit the deck like he had been shot. Instead of swearing at Daniel, Martin jumped up, screamed: That was f##king well...lets do it again! Only to find out that there was no more fireworks to be shot.

Myself, Daniel and our friend Grant stayed up to watch the sunrise. At about 3 am the family from the flat downstairs came home. The Thundercats and Thunderkittens obviously forgot their keys at home and had to phone their mom to open. She was obviously also on the jaul because this is how the phone conversation went:

Daughter: Mom! where the f##k are you? we forgot our keys at home!
The mother replies, but because she is on the other end of the phone we cant hear the reply.
Daughter: Please f##king hurry up I need to piss.
10 minutes later she calls her mother again.
Daughter: F##k you mother its been 10 minutes.
The mother replies, but because she is on the other end of the phone we cant hear the reply.
Daughter: Where are you?
The mother replies, but because she is on the other end of the phone we cant hear the reply.
Daughter: You are such a f##king whore! please come home to your children!

The mother got home half an hour later. the daughter ended up going to the bathroom in the bushes and they carried on drinking when the mother got home. The mother was obviously in a great mood because soon after she arrived, she was getting a good seeing to by her boyfriend because her lusty moans could be heard by us upstairs.