Well, that was the weekend, and apparently that was summer as well. Winter arrived this morning with grey skies and that soft rain that lasts for 8 months in this place. Time to dust off the raincoats and wellies and pull out all the books you left for winter reading.

You people living in the land of the giant Springhase might not understand this rain thing – let me explain:
In the land of the long flat white it rains in winter. It starts around this time of the year and lasts till late November. BK got himself a dog last year – born on ANZAC day, which is around this time of the year. The poor thing nearly had a heart attack in September when he saw the sun for the first time! First it rains and then it gets cold, but what makes it worse is that it still rains too! The grass gets so soggy you can’t walk on there without sinking up to your knees – the garden service lost a guy there last year mowing the lawn – they didn’t find him till Christmas.

But on a lighter note, BK was recently hauled over the coals so to speak, for not stopping by Springbok Foods in Oxenford. Frik says it’s Fred that works there, but Oom Fred from Fred’s Fine Foods told BK last weekend when BK was buying those lekker boerewors rolls that they are not related, if you know what I mean. Man, these Kiwis can learn a thing or two about making boerewors rolls – take a drive by there on Saturday morning and see for yourself, but be prepared to stand in a queue, that’s how popular they are. And make sure you wear gloves when you eat them, they’re so nice you might not stop when you get to the end…

Karooseun wants to know if we saw any of the indigenous people of this country – yes, and not a pretty sight either. Reminds BK a bit of those jelly babies we used to get as kids, with the round faces and big lips. Liquorice flavour… But we also met some locals on the way – like the boatie at 1770 who confided to us that he has a son that lives in Kiwiland, but that he’s not sure whether it’s one from his sixth or seventh wife…

Bosveldgroete!