the waterburg

moosa and arshad.
moosa had to put you here, wonderful to see you again....i suppose we are family now as a result of this wonderful match...sorry bout the camera angle...next time.


the happy couple


the wedding face..natasha and i


relaxing by the damn...sunday morning face


boy fishing at a watering hole


sunset over the mountain


ashantha and i...relaxed and happy


gorgeous waterburg


view from the veranda

last weekend was spent at the waterburg, another piece of heaven in this country. good company,good food,sure brings out the best in me.
to end a great weekend,..yep you have guest in another post wedding function.
after a gorgeous drive back from bela bela (formally known as warmbaths, can't figure out the reason for this name change but there you have it). as a young girl we spent many a summer holiday in warmbaths, where my maternal family have made their home and run a thriving business. i just remember the green segregated swimming pools ...Indians here, whites there. and of course we were not allowed to the warm spa's, from which the place derives it's name.
everything in life then was proscribed by the colour of one's skin and ethnic origin, all the best holiday spots were kept for those of paler hue.

this is where i learnt to swim,..my dad grabbed me and threw me into the deep end of the pool, with the words "swim". blubbering, spluttering, and barely able to find my balance, swim i did. all dressed up in my navy bather, with it's white frilly skirt. those were the good old days,...thanks to democracy, as an adult i was able to enjoy a magical weekend at the tilodi wilderness reserve.
a privately run game farm in the waterburg, just outside bela bela.
though we did not see any real game, the setting and tranquility of the area, was unsurpassed.

kudos to the staff, who were hospitable, always obliging and made our stay magical.my cousin yasmin finally said adieu to the last of her flock, all of 21 i believe, who got married on Sunday.
loosing the weekend laid back me, i donned the glad rags and was off to enjoy chicken and beef, much rather have been on a flight somewhere else. with the steward shouting, chicken or beef.

i have now to finally voice my beef, with these family shindigs, the "pahad's" always get a special table allocated to them, but then it's the select few, now ex public servants. what i would like to know have the rest of the pahad's suddenly metamorphosed into untouchable beings, relegated to the back benches, because we never held public office, or were close enough to lick the presidents ass.

do people not realise that it is totally rude, and socially unacceptable, to separate family along these lines, just as in "animal farm", there are some pigs who are more equal than others. quite frankly i cannot for the life of me think what might make them more special than me,.....and those hosting these shindigs are stupid enough to throw it in your face, then they wonder why we rarely accept invitations. guys you have got to learn, it is preferable not to invite guests, then to make them feel, like they are the afterthought, the politically correct invitees.

still i smiled, ate drank and made merry, the beautiful couple are only deserving of happiness and good wishes, in this instance, it was heartwarming to see the joining of families, who have known and respected each other for decades, finally there is a wedding joining them....good wishes to you both,...may you live long and prosper.may i not have to do glad rags for a good couple of months :)