Posts Tagged ‘Summer’

Marg River Pro in Pictures

Bits n Bobs from Regionals

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This is actually an accurate representation.

The braai (or bbq – for all you Aussie readers) culture of the stereotypical South African male.

Luckily or unluckily for me, my dad liked to tell lots of jokes, and taught me to be the tong master, since I was about 5 years old.

Time Occupiers

So I offered my skills and services to the sporting industry. Every week I coach two teenage sports teams.

Girls Touch Rugby and Boys Super 8 Cricket.

My Touch Team is actually good. They just sometimes get panicky near the try line.
Our last two matches have been really close.
I’m predicting a win next week.

My cricket team lost by two runs last week (they should have won, and were winning, but got out on the last ball – which means they lost three runs, thus losing by two. )
Yesterday however they got THRASHED. It could have been the heat (40 degrees) but really it was because the other team had many skilled cricketers in their team, and their field setup was impeccable.
My whole team got to chow down on some free ice creams just before the game which they lapped up eagerly.
Was kinda embarrassing though when our captain went to do the toss, and had an ice cream mustache on.

Did I mention how much I love umpiring both said sports in 40 degree heat?
Well I am now, with a heavy veil of sarcasm.

Kids are loving it though. One of my cricket boys yesterday asked if he could give me away at my wedding.
A) Not getting married any time soon
B) No boyfriend
C) That’s my dad’s job.

So he’s settled for the position of altar boy, as long as the flower girl is hot (which he later changed to has personality).
I love my boys.

In other news, my hockey trials are in two weeks time.
I’ve been out with a calf injury for two weeks today, and I’m not sure when I’m going to be able to start running/training again.
I’m just going to have to push myself, so I can have some of my fitness back, and make a top league team.

So much pressure, and to think I was doing so well before this injury.


South Africans > Australians.

I honestly don’t know another person who has South African in their blood, that does not eat meat.
I feel like I’m a loner.

They take things to the extreme.
Only in South Africa.

A Braai Pool (Bbq Pool)

When I was a little girl…

…my love for the ocean was just as strong as it is now.

I grew up in a small town called Pinetown. It was originally a stop on the main wagon route between Durban and Pietermaritzburg and was even the location of a concentration camp during the Anglo Boer War. Creepy.

There was pretty much one main road, called… Old Main Rd go figure and our second house was just off this road inbetween The girls and the boys highschool.

This was the only shopping mall in the town

Sanlam Centre

Here is a picture of the town by night.

Anyways, enough of the little history lesson. Pinetown was about a half an hour drive from Durban, which had the closest beaches.

Dad at the beachfront paddling pools 1980ish

I remember the Gunston 500 (International surfing comp), the soft white sand, the well kept spacious pools…
Used to be able to surf some serious waves..

What beautiful beaches they were, however the beachfront used to get so heavily packed in warm weather, which was common for the state of Natal (or Kwa Zulu Natal as it is now known).

It ended up eventually being, us sticking like a sore thumb.

Some people with their nose out of joint edited this photo.

Anyways… back to what I was remembering the other day.
The little top.

I used to love this place, and my brother with his child stage fright detested it.

It was this little stage in a balloon tent located on Dairy Beach.
Every holidays they would run competitions from lucky legs, to Miss Kwa Zulu Natal, to races with a coin in between your butt cheeks (ha ha. dad did that one).

I remember winning a heat, and then finally the grand final for a Tarzan and Jane re-enactment. ha ha.

The funniest I’ll ever remember would be one day when dad was trying to get Greg to go up.
Greg said to dad, that if dad went up for something, Greg would go up next.
We could smell the victory.
The very next event, they were asking for males to volunteer.
Dad reaffirm the deal and with a smile and nod from Greg, up went dad, not knowing what he was getting himself.

It couldn’t have been a better event.

MR CHIPPENDALE! My dad! On stage with other men, in bathers flaunting his muscles.
The grossest/funniest thing I have ever seen.
They all had to strut their stuff for around 5-10 minutes, answer a question or two, and then the voting began.
You know what the most traumatizing thing about the whole experience was??


My dad, won a Chippendale competition.
On top of that, guess who didn’t hold up his end of the deal?
After seeing what dad had to do on stage, there was no way on earth, my shy brother would venture up.

Good memory.
Here’s a similar themed video to enjoy, of some of my lovely friends 🙂

eCards at JibJab!

Some slr shots

Taken between Melbourne city and the Twelve Apostles, and places in between such as Apollo Bay, Lorne, Torquay and more..

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