Butter Sir – Cintsa/East London, South Africa

Have been spending my days working working and hum,lets see what else…yes working. When I am not sorting out the backpackers as the front desk person, I have been pretty intent on resting as much as possible.

Listen, I have to vent. I am so sick of people who say “ohhh…your from Canada…you should be used to the cold!” YAH! I have had to spend my whole life in the snow and ice. The last thing I want to do is shiver in the cold which is precisely why I am sick.

I just really can`t afford to get sick anymore. I also think that I need to slow down quite a lot and just let things land where they fall. Even the camera that went for a swim in the lagoon. Yes. This is camera number two. I actually am having quite a hard time believing that this has happened again.

It was just one more nail in the coffin on an exceptionally bad day. After a long night with little sleep (why do snorers never own up to it?), I had problem after problem until Matt came along with a nice cold beer which I should have known wouldn’t help. I had to try because I was at the end of my rope with no backup plan.

So things went from bad to worse and suffice to say, it was a very early night for me. But then I woke up at 4am, full of energy so I wandered down to the bar which was still in action. I hadn’t even sat down yet and there was the first shot. A few games of pool, special Carmella rules because everyone felt so sorry for me, and it was time to head to the beach for the sunrise.

The beautiful sunrises that you will never get to see because the card is in my camera at the bottom of the lagoon. How sad is that? I began to falter around 10-ish so I made my way down to the dam to enjoy some solitude and silence hopefully being able to gather my thoughts but drat! Foiled again.

I tried to block it out but the roar of the chainsaw was reverberating through my head like a ingqongqo drum. I trudged back up to my bed and lay there trying to figure out what`s what. As it is, I sit here on my day off trying to help people piece their nights together bit by bit. Hum…sounds familiar.

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