Honey Badger Houdini

This has been doing the social media rounds lately, so I’m guessing most of you have seen this.  Still, here it is for those who haven’t: by far, the most amusing thing I’ve seen lately.

Stoffel’s home was the Moholoholo Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre near Hoedspruit; their own blog recounts the story of Stoffel being a rather unwanted house guest.

Seeing mountains again


The lack of any activity from my side over the Easter Weekend comes courtesy of me indeed being far over the misty parched mountains old — in this case, the Cederberg, courtesy of Amy’s family.

And there was one thing that was apparent.  The more some things change, the more other things stay the same.

Prior to this weekend, I had visited the area twice.  I had taken Tim and Kelle on a day roadtrip in September 2012 (and which I then promptly neglected to blog about), but my previous excursion was around New Year 1993/1994, when my family took an arduous drive from Durban across the scrubbiest parts of Namaqualand to get there, stayed there for two weeks, and then spent one week more in Cape Town (indeed, it was that holiday that laid the foundation for me living there today.)  Our choice of accommodation was in Sandrif camp, where we stayed in a chalet then (we were in a tent on the opposite side of the river this time) and, apart from a new row of chalets on the ridge overlooking the river that were apparently built a few years ago (Protea 1-4 for those who have been there), this photo could have easily been taken a couple of decades ago.


As a further example, back in 1993/1994 and being the precocious, snotty-nosed 8-year-old annoying brat that I was back then (some would argue that not much has changed there, but I think we’d better leave that for another day), I always insisted on stopping for some mountain water at a perennial waterfall located halfway up Uitkyk Pass (which joins the valley where CapeNature’s Algeria camp is located with the main plateau region).  I’m happy to report that, 20 years later, tradition has been kept alive.


As for the weekend itself, it was filled with swimming in aforementioned freezing river, teaching the kids at the campsite how to play cricket, freezing in tent in said campsite (on our last morning, my car registered 6°C when I moved it at ~09:00; presumably it had been even colder than that during the night), going on relaxing walks, exploring the nearby cave systems and weird rock formations, wine tasting at the nearby winery and just relaxing and forgetting about the stresses of everyday life for a precious few days.

Pure bliss.  We’ll be back next year.

Blunting the haters

I’m not the biggest fan of James Blunt’s music, but I have to admit that I am a fan of his responses on Twitter to people who tweet that they aren’t fans either:

UPDATE: Whoops, looks like my Twitter post embedding is a bit broken.  I’ll have it fixed soon.

UPDATE 2: OK, it’s sort of fixed…

Silver Slipstreams

The Capetonians who venture to this part of the blogosphere may remember the viral video of a longboarder setting off the Kloof Nek speed camera early this year.  Although I gave this a very brief mention at the time, the video deserves a repost…

… if only because of what comes next.

Meet Decio Lourenco: graphic design student by day, downhill longboarder by night.  After gaining fame (and notoriety from the Western Cape traffic officials) for the Kloof Nek stunt, Decio was contacted by Mercedes-Benz to hurtle down a section of Franschhoek Pass alongside an A 45 AMG driven by former professional racing driver Robbi Smith.

With the blessing of aforesaid traffic officials, who closed off the pass specifically for this to happen, a film crew from Bring Back Choirboy spent three days filming the pair of four-wheeled adrenaline junkies.  The result — a simply breathtakingly choreographed high-speed ballet.

Further words simply do not do what you’re about to see justice.

Broken out

Yes, I’m aware that some (all?) people reading this probably know about this.  I don’t care; I just found this, and I think it’s awesome:

  1. Open up Google in your favourite web browser.
  2. Search for “Atari Breakout“.
  3. When the search results pop up, go to the image search (by, obviously, clicking “Images”).
  4. Prepare to waste the next few hours of your life.

What I like most about my raid team…

… is that the extremely strong bond between all 10 of us is based solely on inappropriate activities that no sane person should have.  Ever.

Take for example, last night’s raid (in which we finally killed Blizzard’s latest incarnation of a headache of a boss fight for those of us who are colour co-ordination challenged).  I’ll let the post that popped up this morning in guild forums (no link, it’s restricted access) from our hunter titled “Epic Raid Fails” say it all:

We’re on our usual milo break, standing in front of the eyeball, when Mr Smartypants (That’s Cataplexy) decides he wants to kill a rogue. He lifegrips Gatstamper to in front of the boss, runs off giggling and mind sears him from a distance.

Of course mechanics don’t work the way him thinks they do. Firstly mind sear doesn’t draw aggro to the target and secondly the damn rogue was stealthed. Durumu wakes up and because there’s no one in melee range he proceeds to wipe out the rest of the raid. Whoever wasn’t zapped got dunked in the water by the dropping platform and the only survivors were one lucky hunter who saw it coming and squeaked through on a feign death (yes that’s me)

and a totally oblivious rogue.

I look forward to the retaliation.

Stay tuned for the next installment.  Which will probably be after Thursday night’s raid.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold

This coming weekend happens to be the weekend of Little Sister’s day of birth — and, in celebration, she and her husband have organised a weekend away in the Cederberg for a whole group of us.  Of course, with me being family and all, I was first on the invite list — and the majority of this blog’s readership should know that I don’t turn down such opportunities!

Advance warning: expect a massive photo post around this time next week.  Won’t happen while I’m there though: there ain’t no mobile phone signal in those parts (which is actually part of the appeal in the first place).

Now for some reason, I have Tolkien looping around in my head:

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.