Thursday, September 01, 2011

Who's yer Grandaddy?

Meet baby Layla Jane, born at 04h25 to Tamlyn and Scott Parrett. 4.3kg at birth (9lb 7oz).

I had been receiving updates through the night, but got worried when they stopped a little after 2am.

As it turns out, there were some complications, details unclear yet, but they were sorted out and both mother and daughter are doing well now. No doubt, everyone is very tired and who can blame them.

I'll post more later when I've spoken to mother and father later...

For now though, I think I can stop worrying...

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Of Blooms, Boulders, Diesel Tanks and Dust - Part 1

Ok, so as some of you know, we were away recently on two weeks R&R. Friends, call them Mr and Mrs C, put together another epic trip along the lines of the Kgalagadi Park trip last year, only this time it was to be up the Cape West Coast and into the Richtersveld National Park.

Also, this time, the scenery was to be totally different as, except for the Richtersveld and its rocky landscape, we would be going to view the annual flower blossoming of the West Coast which is a globally-known phenomenon.

Yeah, I know...me going to look at flowers. You lot must think I'm off my fuckin' head, but it's something that I'd been told has to be seen to be believed so I was looking forward to it. Really.

As has come to be expected of our long holidays, I was asked whether I would be compiling a travelogue, but this time I decided I wouldn't for a couple of reasons. Firstly, they are time-consuming to draft on the trip and infringe on socialising time. Secondly, I wanted to chill out. Thirdly, I figured I'd use the old adage "a picture paints a thousand words" and use images and descriptions to describe each stage of the journey.

So...grab a drink of choice, sit back, and expect to see some great photos and maybe get your itch going to head out on such a trip with your travelling partners...


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Day 1 - Tietiesbaai (Titty's Bay)

We left home around 10h30am on Sunday 14th August, with the Mazda-rati packed to the gills. We were only a half hour late from our agreed meeting time, but that seems typical of us to be late. Meeting up with the C's, we headed out for the highways and byways that would get us up the coast and to our first campsite, which was just over 2hrs away. Not a long drive for the first day, but we would use the additional hours in the camp to hone our tent-pitching skills again and to repack some stuff that would not be needed until a later stage.

On our way, we stopped off at Postberg, where the flowers were in full bloom and where we bought a laminated sheet with pictures of all the different species we might expect to see in the area. I figured it would keep SWMSBO occupied and not so bored as I was doing all the driving. We marked off each specie we saw with a felt-tipped marker so that we could keep track.


The spread was quite magnificent and I don't believe either of us had seen so many wild flowers in one spot before. There were blooms of all the colours of the rainbow with patches dominated by a specific colour in many instances.


The flowers spread out from the ocean's edge, with the wind creating waves of petals.

Looking like a blanket of snow, these white flowers spread right up the side of the hill in front of us.

Yellow blooms dominated this particular patch of ground.

The Mazda-rati, looking quite shiny. She would look totally different upon our return home, as you'll see later.

Mrs C, who would be the official videographer, doing her thing. She narrates all the clips so that Mr C can put together a travel video.

More flowery snow...

And another view of it...

A close-up of some of the blooms...

The back of the packed Mazda-rati, showing the new sliding drawer system I installed a few days earlier. That is a story in itself, but basically I bought the pre-made shelving system and bins, lined the system up in the bakkie (including space for the deep-cycle battery box on the right of the photo), hauled it in and out a dozen times while I drilled holes and fitted permanent bolts through the bodywork, then slotted the system into place, ready for the journey. Both the upper and lower shelves slide out, making it very easy to get to the back of them.

What you cannot see, however, is the other stuff packed behind the shelf system. Two twenty litre diesel jerry cans, a bin load of spares and parts, a number ten gas bottle, some fishing gear, two dozen Windhoek Lager cans and a case of Savannah bottles (it's about time they came out in cans too).

To the left of the shelves is a "boot bag" containing an assortment of camping stuff, including braai grids, rubber mallet, axe, spare tent pegs, panga, and the bottle jack (which would also come in handy later, but not for a puncture).

On the top shelf were two large water containers, an easy-to-fold-out gazebo, a large fishing tackle bag, a bin of pots, pans and kitchen utensils and, most importantly, the "dop" bin, where we kept the larger bottles (3x Cap'n's Organ, 1x Laphroaig 10yr old Qtr Cask, a couple of bottles of wine, and the coffee pot.

Of the six bins on the lower shelf, one contained tools, one had lighting and electrical stuff, another had cleaning liquids and cloths, while the remaining three had an assortment of foodstuffs.

The inside of the cab did not get away unscathed either. The back seat was taken out and, on a board I had made last year, the Snowmaster fridge was hooked up to the deep-cycle battery. For the first time, a small camping wardrobe was also included for our clothing. It's an amazing thing that, though it has three shelves, folds away into a briefcase size shape that can be packed away at home when not in use. Still, we needed more space and ended up filling all the nooks and crannies with camera equipment and binoculars, shoes, toiletries and medicine bags, and "padkos". That car was loaded.

Lastly, our camping table, mattresses and sleeping bags were packed (crammed) on top of the top shelf stuff, leaving very little space for fishing rods. I eventually strapped the rod tube to the roof for fear of breaking it inside the cab.

A side-on view of the extended drawer system. It made our lives so much easier than last year, where we had to lift out plastic bins full of stuff, then load them all back in at night to prevent marauding animals from getting into them. This time it was a case of lift a latch, slide out shelf, open box, take out thing, close lid and slide shelf back into place...much easier, and less strenuous on my back.

The campsite, sheltered from the wind, with place for a fire on the side of the rocky ledge to the right.

Tietiesbaai is named in honour, not for a particular part of the female anatomy, but for a rock formation on top of a hill. It just so happens that this rock formation does, in fact, look like a favourite part of the female anatomy.


The bay, to the side of our campsite...

A couple of art-farty photos...

The surf was huge on the day we arrived and it pounded the rocks in front of us all night long.

These gulls were hanging about expecting a feed, but left rather disappoiunted when the sun set.

This one is of the early dawn, the following morning. We had spent a rather cool evening in front of the "flammetjie", trying to keep warm, all bundled up in an assortment of warm clothing which would, by the end of the trip, probably never have the smell of campfires washed out of them ever again. Certainly, the memories would never be washed out. Yes, it was cold, but we had plenty of liquid warmth to keep us in good spirits and chatting away for a few hours. When we retired for the night, we spent a very pleasant night in our new "360 degrees" sleeping bags, which were rated to -5degC. In fact, they were so snug, only on one occasion did I sleep with anything more than my birthday suit on and even then that was undies and t-shirt, probably cos I had had a couple too many Capn's.


Right, that's the end of part one. Look out for more, coming soon...

Another "musician" fucks up the national anthem...

Just like the idiot during the France/SA rugby match a while back, another musician does it on live TV. This time, however, one I respected for his voice and talent as a member of Just Jinger, Art Matthews.

Art Matthews fucks up the anthem

I know he's been in the USA for a while, but I never expected this from him...knob.

Friday, August 12, 2011

A last post before I go on holiday...

Yes, I go on holiday today for two weeks. We're going up the Cape West Coast, camping with friends, and will end up in the Richtersveld for the annual flower blooming. Apparently the flowers have already started showing themselves, so we should be in line for a good show.

Anyway, the reason for this posting is to show you a photo of a shell I picked up on a local beach last weekend. I'd never seen anything like it before but immediately thought it was in the Nautilus family...and I wasn't far wrong.

It is in perfect condition, with both sides equally shaped. At its longest point, it is only seven centimetres long, but I have seen articles that mention it can achieve lengths of up to twenty centimetres.



Meet the Paper Nautilus, which according to a website I found, is neither made of paper, nor is it a true nautilus. It is not even related to the nautilus, though both are cephalopods. It is, in fact, an Argonaut (argonauta argo) and supposedly "lives in pelagic habitats of the subtropics and tropics. Pelagic habitats are those of the free ocean water away from the bottom, especially at the water surface." What it was doing in Cape waters, I have no idea, especially seeing as the water was 12degC on the day I found it, which is definately not sub-tropical.

Here is the rest of the article...

The argonaut's shell is special among all molluscs. It is only built by the female, and only as case for the protection of the argonaut's eggs, that are placed inside in long threads. The female argonaut lives in the shell's entry and guards the eggs, until the young hatch. At the ends of the first tentacle pair the argonaut (argonauts like other octopus relatives have eight tentacles) has got wide sail-like flaps. Usually the female argonaut holds these flaps spread over the shell, but they also serve it to catch prey that swims into them.

The male argonaut is much smaller than the female. While the latter reaches a size of up to ten centimetres, the shell being up to 45 centimetres large, the male only reaches less than 2 centimetres size. The male argonaut is special because of its altered third tentacle, that is kept in a pouch until it is needed. Like among other cephalopods this tentacle is called the hectocotylus. The male argonaut, other than its larger relatives, often leaves its hectocotylus behind, the latter finding the target on its own. It seems obvious that the male argonaut dies after copulation, as no argonauts with their hectocotyli grown back have been found so far.

Generally living argonauts are difficult to find, possibly because of their pelagic way of life. Much more often their shells, sometimes, masses of them, are deposed on the shore by the sea. That way they also find their way into collectors' packs.

The scientific name of the paper nautilus, especially the largest species, Argonauta argo, is of mythical Greek origin. The argonauts were a group of Greek heroes that, led by Iason, travelled to Kolchis to gain the golden fleece. The were called that way, because their ship was the Argo. In Greek argonaut means "who travels on the Argo". The argonaut's discoverers probably mistook its sail-like flaps as a locomotive organ and thus drew the similarity to the mythical Argo.



Here is a photo from a Wikipedia article that shows the nautilus in its shell...amazing...




Anyway...see you all in a couple of weeks...take care...

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

I tell ye, I nearly wet ma'sel'...

...absolutely fuckin' brilliant...



Fuck knows what Homer Simpson has got to do with it though. I believe it's sung by a guy called Rockin Jock...

For want of something easy to post...

...some random photos from my camera phone...

I plugged my phone into my laptop to charge via the USB port and came across some old images I took some time ago. Perhaps you'll like them...


Sunset on Noordhoek Beach - 5mins roadtrip from the house.


Another view...looking north towards Hout Bay.


The view from our city office. It's the only thing we'll miss about the place when we move buildings towards the end of the year.


This bastard was trying to steal our baits and fish as we reeled them in.


This bastard obviously doesn't know how to treat a fish when he's caught it. Hanging it by the throat is NOT the way to do it. Incidentally, it's Bobby Skinstad. I took the pic straight off the telly.


I found this spoor when we were out in Clanwilliam in April, not far from the cottage we were staying in. The phone pouch measures 12x7cm, so it's probably a lynx spoor (rooikat in Afrikaans).


I wonder if the unfortunate surfer ever claimed his board back? I wonder if the surfer even made it back to the beach? Just about pissed myself laughing at the notice though...


The first course of my dinner one night, in Abu Dhabi. You'll find more about the trip in one of my older posts. The chilli sauce with these kebabs had me sweating and my nose running to the extent that the waitress asked if I needed more serviettes to blow my nose into...cheeky bitch.


This ornately handcarved elephant was located at the entrance to the restaurant in the Abu Dhabi hotel I stayed in. If I could have, I would have brought it home in my sutcase.

Monday, August 01, 2011

Creature Comforts...

This is a story from a 4x4 website sent to me by a friend...

I had an email from a friend in Zimbabwe yesterday and she sent me this picture and story that I thought was delightful.

They had been away at a game park and on the first evening while sitting in front of the fire in the bar, in walked a fully grown wart hog. He walked over to the bar and without a word the bar man handed him a pillow.

He took the pillow, put it next to the fire and promptly lay down with his head on the pillow and went to sleep where, apparently he spends the cold nights there. Then in the morning he’s off into the bush again! My friend,Cynie, says that if the barman isn’t there he’ll grab a pillow off one of the couches!

Here he is:

Monday, July 11, 2011

Cookin' for ten...nae bother!

This coming 14th July is my other half's 50th birthday. I kid you not! 50 fuckin' years young. And looking good for it, too, I might add.

As a sort of early celebration, I figured I'd invite a few of her/our good friends around and I'd treat them to my style of dinner party. Usually, the kitchen is SWMSBO's (She Who Maybe Shall Be Obeyed) habitat, but I figured I'd annex it for the occasion.

The planning started a couple of weeks ago, sending out invites to the friends, investigating the choices for the menu, even looking at weather predictions to see if the menu would be suitable for a Cape winter's night.

Eventually I settled on a three course meal, as follows:

* Warm pasta, with pumpkin, butternut and broccolli florettes;
* Lamb shanks on a bed of sweet potato mash, with cauliflower, green beans and gravy;
* Baked apples, stuffed with apple pulp, sultanas, almond pieces and sour cream.

No, I didn't dream those dishes up myself. I conveniently downloaded them from the Masterchef competition website...very handy.

The only problem with the menus were that they were all designed for four servings, which meant I had to calculate the ratios of rations I would need for 10 people. For some ingredients, it worked perfectly, for others we still have excess in the fridge, to be used in normal daily meals.

On the Friday afternoon, under the pretext of the usual weekend "ping", I met a mate at the Red Herring at 16h30, had a couple of quick beers/Dutch courage, then headed off to Prick 'n' Pray for the shopping, figuring I'd have plenty of time before SWMSBO got home from run/Walk For Life (she runs the Fish Hoek branch, a new venture for her spare time).

Into PnP at about 17h30, in and out of the aisles like the trolley had a rocket on it, and out the checkout by 18h40. I was pushing it now, cos SWMSBO is usually home by 19h00. Twelve hundred bucks later....kaching!

That morning, I had switched on the camping fridge in the guest cottage, so it was nice and cool for me to dump the lamb shanks and other perishables into. And I managed to get it all done and closed up before SWMSBO arrived! Perfect timing!

We had a chilled out Saturday morning, with me asking SWMSBO what she had planned for the day, even though I knew what had been organised. My drinks mate's wife had arranged to have SWMSBO around at 1pm to help her prepare for a party her grown-up kids were having that same Saturday night and another mate was to ask her round for something else (reason escapes me just now), but again, the timing was perfect, with SWMSBO arriving at just after 6pm, to be greeted by all these friends who had come to celebrate with us. What a great bunch of people they are. True friends!

Getting back to the dinner preparation...

At 13h30, SWMSBO heads out to PnP for a couple of things and I am starting to sweat, wondering if I'll have enough time when she eventually gets off to help Mrs C with her preparations. As it happens, even that timing was perfect.

Just after 14h00, I greet SWMSBO at the door and pack her off in the 206CC. From then on, the afternoon was a blur.

Into the guest cottage, all the groceries into the house, and preparations got under way. I taped all three recipes to the kitchen cupboards, in front of where I'd be working, so that I could refer to them easily.

First thing on was the lamb shanks. They would take the longest to prepare and they had to be "falling-off-the-bone" done. Brown the shanks, prepare the stock, lightly fry the onions, chuck the shanks back in, and let simmer for an hour and a half.

Just after that, Mr C arrived and he took a couple of photos of me, resplendent in my "Naughty Chef" apron. It's just as well he did come around to lend support as I made a snap decision to also bake one of Nigella Lawson's chocolate cakes, but I didn't have all the ingredients and off Mr C went, back to PnP for chocolate and sour cream. While he was out, I sorted and sifted all the dry ingredients, tried to grind the chocolate I had in a processor, but found out I was using the wrong blade, and ended up waiting for Mr C to get back and then melted the butter and chocolate in the microwave...much easier and less swearing and frustration on my part.


Trying to make some space on the work surface


The cake mix had to be split into two tins, but in their seperate units, they looked like big biscuits rather than what would turn out to be perfectly formed chocolate sponge cakes. I was astonished at how they turned out, perfectly baked, with only minor sticking to the grease paper-ed sides.

Even the icing turned out perfectly. By the time I was done, both Mr C and myself stared at the cake in wonder. All that was left to do to it was pop the Lindt dark chocolate ball on the top and stick it in the fridge to hide it for a couple of hours.


Finishing off the preparation of the apples


After that, I hollowed out all the apples, blasted their pulp in the food processor with diced dried apricots, ground (bashed with a mallet) almond pieces, sultanas and sour cream, then filled the apple rounds again, added a little sugar and put the tray of completed apples into the fridge to be baked while we were enjoying the shanks.

At this point, everything was going swimmingly. Mr C and I sat down for a few minutes to have a cold beer, and then I carried on sorting out the other ingredients for later: peeling 2kg of sweet potatoes, breaking down cauliflower and brocolli heads, cutting the ends of green beans...that sort of stuff.

All of a sudden, time disappeared. When I looked at the kitchen clock again, it was 17h30 and guests would be arriving shortly. Next thing, it's 6pm and the doorbell goes off. WTF? Who said time stood still in moments of blid panic? Not a fuck! It positively gets sucked down the big black hole of life, leaving you in a cold sweat.


Check out the recipes taped to the cupboard doors


Anyway, Mr and Mrs H arrived a little before 7pm just as I was about to start on the starters, the warm pasta dish. All the ingredients, with the exception of the pasta itself, had been orgnised beforehand. This was where the wheels looked like they were going to fall off.


Weighing the dry ingredients for the cake


I promptly plopped two, 900g packets of pasta spirals into one pot, creating no space for the water to continue to boil and, ultimately, creating a gelatinous mass/mess. I realised what I had done, and without thinking twice, promptly turned the entire pasta ball into the bin and announced to everyone that I had fucked up the pasta and we would therefore be starting with the main course. This was where Mr C stepped in again, and calmed me down by asking if we had any plain pasta. All I could find was a packet of plain spaghetti and half a packet of pasta ribbons. They would do, he says, and we got another pot of water on to boil.

Mr C tosses the pasta into the boiling water and I start to relax a little more, beginning with the preparation of the rest of the ingredients: par-boil the pumpkin and butternut, brown off the onions, and keep it all warm, waiting for the pasta to be drained and arranged onto the plates. When I had forked sufficient pasta into each of the ten plates, even considering the vegan guest we had and took her veggies out of the mix before I added the Ideal Milk to the veggies to create a sauce, I spooned the rest of the ingredients over the pasta (in my best Masterchef style) and enlisted Messrs C and H to assist in delivering the plates to the table. All that remained now was the taste test. I did not even taste the mixture before I served it!!

I had to make a quick speech before we started eating and thanked everyone for coming around and sharing this auspicious occasion with us...blah blah blah...then we began eating.

It could have been horrible, but the feedback was amazing. Everyone exclaimed that the dish tasted really good and, I have to admit, it didn't taste all that bad. Round 1 over, looking better. Whew!

I know those portions were a little big for a starter, so I took my time in getting the main course ready, only putting the sweet potatoes on to boil when everyone had done with their starter. The veggies went into the Chinese bamboo steamer, on top of another pot of boiling water and turned out fantastically.

After arranging the nine (minus one as the vegan wasn't eating meat) dinner plates on the kitchen table, I hauled the lamb shanks out of the warm oven, spooned a pile of mash into the middle of each plate and then gracefully plonked a shank on top of each, flanking them with the still steaming veggies. I strained and put some of the meat juices back on to the boil in a small pot, added some corn flour to thicken it a little, then served that as a yummy gravy.

Again, Messrs C and H assisted in getting the plates to the table and cries of "ooohhh" and "aaahhh" were heard from the dining area. Sounds good, I thought. I was relaxed now cos I thought there was no way I could fuck this simple dish up as I had done it before.

And the shanks were amazing. Fall-off-the-bone soft, gravy not too salty or rich, the choice of veggies made a colourful addition to the dish, and again the feedback was gratifying, with everyone expressing tasty delight. Epic success!

Just before everyone had finished the main course, I popped the apples into the hot oven to bake for their required 35min time, after confirming with Mr C that it should be enough time to give everyone's meal time to settle and to have another glass or two of wine. I added a yoghurt-coated rice cake to each dessert plate before I served the apples, and set a litre of custard onto the table, to be added to the bowls as individually desired. Only one guest wanted the custard warmed up, so the group decided to rather leave it cold.

Again, the feedback was amazing. Everyone expressed how tasty the apples were, even though my initial impression was that I could have left them to bake a little longer seeing as some of the apple was still unbaked. Still, another success.

While the guests were delving into their apples, I hauled the chocolate cake out of the fridge and announced it onto the table. SMWSBO's eyes lit up in astonishment. In all the years we have been together (nearly 10) I have never baked a cake and she was amazed that I had baked this one from scratch, even icing it, and how perfectly it had turned out.

For the rest of the evening, the plates were tidied away, a bunch of wine was drunk and the chatter around the table included all sorts of topics, even about my experiences in the kitchen. Copies of the recipes were called for by some of the guests, so I'll scan and email them out to everyone when I get a chance.

By the time everyone left, around 11pm, I was exhausted. I had been on my feet for close to 10hrs and they were killing me. SWMSBO and I packed a few things away, I reloaded the dishwasher, and then we sat down for a nightcap of that fine old Laphroaig 10yr Qtr Cask...yummy.

Naturally, I have to thank Mr C, without whose support and assistance, I would not have been able to complete the cake, or dish up the starter. I also have to thank all our friends who were at the dinner and, on bahelf of SWMSBO, thank you for her gifts. She appreciates every one of them, as well as you as her/our friends.

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

A letter some of us may want to write...

...or may have written already, who knows...


Dear Mother-in-Law,

Please don't ever tell me how to bring up my children because I am married to one of yours, and believe me, there is room for improvement!

From
Your Daughter-in-Law

Friday, July 01, 2011

The Brutal Truth about Black People....?



I received this article in an email today. Whether it is true or not, I have no idea, but it is certainly interesting reading. And some of it, I actually believe too...


My guess is that had the following been written by a white journalist, he would have been sacked from the newspaper. As it is, this is a black reader's letter that appeared in 'The Namibian' on 08 April 2011.

"ALTHOUGH hard to swallow, us black people despise everything that looks like us. To prove my point, not so long ago fellow blacks who had run away from atrocities in their own African countries were beaten, burned and some even killed by fellow blacks in South Africa.

In Namibia, black supporters of the ruling party Swapo and the opposition parties clashed in 2009 and we still hear of such quarrels or violence just in the name of politics. Through studying history, I have come to learn that we actually disliked one another before colonialism, hence fierce tribal fights during those years. Colonialism united us all in the fight against a common enemy and after colonialism, we saw the rebirth of things we thought were buried a long time ago, like tribalism, regionalism, favouritism, etc.

Although we do not like others from other tribes, we all love things that we do not produce. We love fine branded clothes from Europe, we love American and German-made cars, we love expensive wines and whiskeys, yet no African person brews any of them.

All we own, unfortunately, are thousands of shebeens where we drink ourselves to death, stab each other with knives/bottles, infect each other with the HIV virus, make lots of unwanted babies and then blame others for our miseries. We love all sorts of expensive foreign made items and show them off yet we look down at our indigenous products that we fail to commercialise.

As blacks, we know very little about investments, whether in stocks, or in properties. All we know is how to invest our money in things that depreciate or evaporate the fastest like clothes, cars, alcohol and when we are at it, we want the whole world to see us. I know some brothers driving BMWs, yet they sleep on the floors and don’t have beds because nobody will see them anyway.

This is what we love doing and this is the black life, a life of showing off for those who have. A black millionaire tenderpreneur living in Ludwigsdorf or Klein Kuppe in Windhoek will drive to the notorious Eveline Street in Katutura where he will show off his expensive car and look down on others.

We sell our natural resources to Europe for processing, and then buy them back in finished products. What makes us so inferior in our thinking that we only pride ourselves when we have something made by others? What compels us to show off things that we don’t manufacture? Is it the poverty that we allow ourselves to be in? Is it our navigated consciousness, our culture, or just a low self esteem possessing us? For how long are we going to be consumers or users of things we do not produce? Do we like the easy way out, such that we only use and consume things made by others?

Do designer clothes, expensive wines or changing our names to sound more European make us more confident in ourselves?

Our leaders scream at us how bad the Europeans are yet they steal our public money and hide it in European banks. We know how Europeans ransacked Africa but we are scandalously quiet when our own leaders loot our countries and run with briefcases under their arms full of our riches to Europe. The Europeans took our riches to Europe but our African leaders are doing this too.

Mubarak of Egypt, Gadaffi of Libya, Mobutu Sese Seko of the then Zaire, all had their assets allegedly frozen in Europe. Why do our African leaders who claim to love us run to invest ‘their’ money in Europe? Again when they get sick they are quick to be flown to Europe for treatment, yet our relatives die in hospital queues. Don’t our leaders trust the health systems they have created for us all?

Why are we so subservient, so obedient to corruption when committed by our very own people? Nobody can disagree with me that in this country that we are like pets trained to obey the instructions of their masters.

I am sure we look down when we think of our broken lives but what do we see then? I wonder if we realise how we sell our dreams to our leaders for corruption, misery, poverty, unemployment, underdevelopment and all other social evils affecting us.

How long are we going to let our manipulated minds mislead us, from womb to tomb?"



Monday, June 27, 2011

Here's a Rugby thought for you...

In 1995, Francois Pienaar lifted the Rugby World Cup (RWC) trophy and handed it to Nelson Mandela, the first president of the "new" South Africa.

In 2007, John Smit lifted the RWC trophy and handed it to Thabo Mbeki, Mandela's successor and second president of SA.

Later this year, in New Zealand, the RWC happens again. Will John Smit hand the trophy to Mbeki's successor and SA's third president, Jacob "Showerhead" Zuma?


What are the odds on that?

Added to the above...no team has won the cup three times. Is this SA's chance for that too? All these three's...only thing missing is a third team captain, so maybe Smit may not get the captaincy after all...

Friday, June 24, 2011

How much regret does FW de Klerk have now?

As the world knows, he was one of the politicians who opened the way for the dismantling of the apartheid system in SA. I don't think anyone can debate whether it was good or bad, it was just right for the country, so we'll park those thoughts for a while.

The underlying article was emailed to me in PDF format (nope, I didn't keep a copy) but it was very interesting reading. If any of our current (black) politicians read the article, they will not doubt dismiss it as "apartheid lies". The truth of the matter is though, that what is in the article is very true and very applicable to SA today. Like it or not...

I don't even know if FW did, in fact, write the article (or present it). Maybe it's just anti-white propaganda (if it is, it's unlikely to have been written by Jules Melanoma or his cronies as it is written very well).

Read it and make your own judgements about it...


SPEECH BY F W DE KLERK TO THE ADELE SEARLL LADIES 100 CLUB:
MOUNT NELSON HOTEL, CAPE TOWN, 1 JUNE 2011

SOUTH AFRICA 2011: THE BALANCE BETWEEN FAILURE AND SUCCESS

It is a great pleasure for me to address this gathering of Cape Town’s most influential women leaders. The venue is also splendid. I always enjoy returning to the Mount Nelson - which is one of our most venerable and elegant hotels.

Most of us will also agree that no matter how far - or how often - we travel it is very difficult to find a city that is as beautiful as Cape Town. I travel a great deal and firmly believe that this is the best place in the world in which to live. There is so much of which we South Africans can be justifiably proud:
● The resilience of our young democracy has once again been illustrated by last month’s successful municipal elections. The elections were free and fair and were preceded by vigorous political debate. Sadly, the great majority of South Africans still voted according to their race. However, there are heartening signs that significant numbers have decided to break racial ranks by voting according to their values and their perceptions of the performance of the contending parties.
● The sound macro-economic policies that Trevor Manuel has implemented have brought us sustained economic growth that was only briefly interrupted by the recent global economic downturn.
● Most countries would envy the fact that our public debt is less than 36% of GDP - and external debt is only 16% of GDP.
● We have the 24th largest economy in the world. We produce more than 30% of the GDP of sub-Saharan Africa with only 6.5% of its population.
● Our natural resources are legendary - including gold and diamonds, platinum group metals and abundant and inexpensive coal.
● Nevertheless, tourism now contributes 8.3% of GDP - considerably more than mining. We have superb game parks, mountains and beach resorts. Cape Town is one of the world’s premier destinations with great facilities including three of the world’s top 100 restaurants.
● Automobile production now contributes almost as much to GDP as mining. In 2008 we produced 600 000 vehicles of which 170 000 were exported.
● Government has made great progress in improving the lives of millions of South Africans. It has built 4 million houses and had brought electricity and sanitation to more than 72% of our homes.
● According to the World Economic Forum’s Global Competitiveness Report our auditing and reporting standards and regulation of securities exchanges are the best in the world. We are also in the top seven with regard to the soundness of our banks, financial services and the efficacy of corporate boards. The Report also gives us high marks for the quality of our management schools, our anti-monopoly policy and local supplier quality.
● South Africa has resumed its position as a respected and influential member of the international community - and has become a member of the exclusive BRICSA group.
● The magnificent success of the 2010 FIFA World Cup has shown the world what glories we South Africans can achieve when we all work together.

However, there are many things of which we are not so proud.

We see them in the daily barrage of press reports about corruption, crime, incompetence and divisive racial politics.

Unfortunately, we are becoming so conditioned by such reports that our responses have been deadened. Developments, that in other countries would lead to the fall of governments, are routinely brushed aside by South Africans as being just more of the same old tiresome thing. Among many of us there is a feeling of disempowerment - and almost of detachment.

My message to you today is that we have a Constitution that empowers all of us. We must not allow ourselves to be lulled into a situation where we no longer respond to situations that are constitutionally, morally and politically unacceptable.

● It is unacceptable to sing songs calling for the shooting of anyone. The historical context is irrelevant. It would be equally unacceptable for Afrikaners to sing Boer War songs calling on people to shoot the English - or for Americans to sing World War II songs about killing Japanese people. It is incomprehensible that the government of a non-racial democracy continues to support this song.
● It is unacceptable for Julius Malema to call whites criminals - and to add that they should be treated as criminals and that their land should be seized without compensation. It is even more unacceptable for President Zuma to sit on the same platform, smiling, while Malema, as a key office bearer in the ANC, makes such racist comments. Malema’s behaviour is irreconcilable with the Constitution that the President has sworn an oath to uphold.
● It is unacceptable for the Judicial Services Commission to ignore unambiguous constitutional requirements regarding the manner in which it should be constituted - and then to refuse to fill vacancies on the Cape bench, despite the availability of eminently fit and proper candidates, simply because they happen to be white.
● It is unacceptable for COSATU and the SACP to set as their mid-term vision the utterly unconstitutional goal of “worker hegemony in all sectors of the state and society.”
● it is unacceptable for Gugile Nkwinti, our Minister of Rural Development and Land Reform, to declare in Parliament last year that all “colonial struggles are about two things: repossession of the land and the centrality of the indigenous population.” Just think for a moment about the implications of this statement. He is actually saying that:
○ the colonial struggle is not yet over;
○ whites are colonialists whose land must be repossessed;
○ only South Africans who are ‘indigenous’ should be regarded as being central to our society. People from minority communities must presumably be content with a peripheral or second-class status.

Can one imagine the outcry that would rightly ensue if a member of the United States government were to call for the re-establishment of the centrality of the white majority?

Much of the legislation that is currently before Parliament is equally unacceptable:
● Although the Protection of Information Bill has been improved, it will, as things stood a few days ago, still inhibit journalists from publishing stories on corruption and incompetence, based on leaked government information. They will still not be able to make use of a public interest defence and will still be liable to long terms of imprisonment without the option of a fine. Officials in more than 1 000 state organs will still be able to classify any documents that they think will affect ‘national security’ and the state itself will still be the arbiter in the process.
● The Land Tenure Security Bill is equally problematic. It will create unlimited rights for farm workers to build communities, graze animals and cultivate crops on the farms where they work. At the same time it will impose unlimited obligations on farmers to provide land, services and training to farm workers. Ironically, it will also weaken the tenancy rights of farm workers.
● The Labour Relations Amendment Bill is intended to end the practice of labour brokering and contract employment in our economy. Employers will be forced to convert the 3,7 million contract jobs in the economy to permanent jobs. Estimates are that they would re-employ no more than 60% of those involved - which would result in the loss of 1,5 million jobs at the very time when President Zuma has quite rightly identified job creation as our main national priority.

One could mention many other unacceptable aspects of our society:
● the parlous state of our education and health systems;
● unsustainable levels of unemployment;
● the failure of half of our municipalities;
● the deplorable levels of crime;
● the inefficiency of most government departments; and
● recurrent reports of endemic corruption and incompetence.

Unfortunately, South Africans are in danger of allowing this dismal litany to pummel them into accepting the unacceptable as part of the daily reality of their new society. They must not do so.

The fulcrum on which South Africa’s future will pivot is our Constitution. It is a carefully balanced document that represents an historic compromise between all the significant sectors of our society. It makes provision for a fully democratic society; it is based on the rule of law; it protects the fundamental rights of all our citizens; it entrenches our language and cultural rights; it envisages a society based on equality and human dignity. It is a transformative document that rightly rejects the status quo. If we can maintain this excellent Constitution I am confident that our future will be secure.

I believe that we are approaching a pivotal point in our history where all South Africans of goodwill, regardless of their race, circumstances or political affiliation will have to rally around the constitutional rights, values and vision upon which our new non-racial democracy has been established.

The country is balanced between success and failure. If the forces of history come down on the side of constitutional values we can all look forward to a positive future. However, if the balance tips against the constitution, the consequences for all South Africans could be very dire.

The main force seeking to disturb the constitutional balance is the ANC’s National Democratic Revolution.

According to the ANC’s Strategy and Tactics analysis, the establishment of our non-racial constitutional democracy in 1994 was not the end of the liberation struggle - but only a beach-head on the way to the ultimate goals of the revolution. In the ANC’s own words: “….The notion that South Africans embraced and made up (after the 1994 settlement), and thus erased the root causes of previous conflict, is thoroughly misleading. April 1994 was neither the beginning nor the end of history. The essential contradictions spawned by the system of apartheid colonialism were as much prevalent the day after the inauguration of the new government as they were the day before.”

The ANC admits that it had to make painful compromises in the constitutional negotiations because of the then prevailing balance of forces between it and the former government. Its first priority was accordingly to shift the balance of forces in its favour by seizing what it calls the levers of state power. The levers of state power include “the legislatures, the executives, the public service, the security forces, the judiciary, parastatals, the public broadcaster, and so on.” Developments during the past 17 years have shown that this is not just empty rhetoric. Assisted by its unconstitutional use of cadre deployment, the ANC has taken vigorous steps to take over - or to try to take over - all these institutions. In the process it is obliterating the constitutional borders between the party and the state; it is undermining the independence of key constitutional institutions; and it is opening the way to large-scale corruption and government impunity.

The ultimate goal of the NDR is a ‘non-racial democracy’ - in which all aspects of control, ownership, management and employment in the state, private and non-governmental sectors will broadly mirror the demographic composition of South Africa’s population.

Like the communist ideal of the ‘classless society’, the non-racial democracy has a superficial appeal - but is equally unattainable in practice.

Closer examination reveals that demographic representivity would simply result in racial domination - what the ANC calls “African hegemony” - in every facet of the government, society and the economy. To achieve its goal of eliminating what the ANC regards as “apartheid property relations” the NDR would require massive and forced redistribution of property and wealth from the white minority to the black majority. It would also require the disemployment of large numbers of people from minority communities.

Whites, Coloureds and Asians would be corralled into demographic pens in all aspects of their economic and professional lives according to the percentage of the population they represent. The prospects of South African citizens would once again be determined by the colour of their skins - and not by their skills, their contribution to the economy or by what Martin Luther King called the content of their character.

Nearly all of the unacceptable developments that I have listed - including Malema’s inflammatory rhetoric, the JSC’s behaviour; Gugile Nkwinti’s land reform proposals, cadre deployment, the failure of municipalities and government departments - can be traced back, directly or indirectly, to the NDR’s corrosive and unconstitutional ideology.

The NDR is, in essence, the continuation of the ANC’s pre-1994 revolutionary struggle against segments of our population based primarily on their race. Let me put it plainly: Achievement of the NDR’s goals as expounded in the ANC’s Strategy and Tactics documents would end any prospect for racial harmony in South Africa. It would destroy the basis for national unity that we created in 1994; it would lead to national disintegration; to the loss of hundreds of thousands of people with indispensible skills and to the collapse of Africa’s largest and most sophisticated economy.

None of this is necessary.

No reasonable South African would question the need to promote genuine equality; to achieve fair and sustainable land reform; and to remove any barriers that might remain to black advancement in the economy or in any other sector of our national life. We would, however, disagree fundamentally with the ANC on the manner in which we should achieve these objectives.

South Africans urgently need to speak to one another and to the government on the best ways of achieving these goals.

Such a dialogue is necessary because many ANC members truly believe the myths and historic distortions that underlie the NDR. They really think that the NDR will build ‘a society based on the best in human civilisation in terms of political and human freedoms, socio-economic rights, value systems and identity”. Black intellectuals sincerely propound ideas that:
● blacks cannot be racists;
● the land that whites occupy was ‘stolen’ from the blacks - even it was purchased after 1994; and that
● white wealth was acquired solely - or primarily - through the exploitation of blacks.

We need to talk with one another in the frank and constructive way that we did during the negotiations of the early 1990s.

At the same time it is essential for all people of goodwill to oppose the threats that the NDR poses to our constitutional accord.

The main safeguards against the further erosion of the Constitution lie in:
● the genuine support for the Constitution that still exists among many principled ANC members;
● the Government’s reluctance to alienate international opinion and foreign investors by breaching global governance and economic policy norms;
● our Courts, which are for the most part still courageously free and fair; and,
● finally, in South Africa’s free media, civil society institutions and opposition parties.

The media and civil society have an impressive track record in defence of the Constitution:
● the TAC successfully pressured the Government to change its disastrous approach to AIDS;
● in 2006 civil society persuaded the Mbeki presidency to withdraw the Constitution 14th Amendment Bill that would have seriously undermined the independence of the judiciary;
● in 2008 civil society actions led the government to shelve an expropriation bill that would have made it possible for government to expropriate property without payment of court-approved compensation;
● currently, civil society and the media are combating the Protection of Information Bill and proposals for a Media Appeals Tribunal;
● a single citizen, Hugh Glenister, succeeded in the Constitutional Court in having the government’s abolition of the Scorpions declared illegal;
● I am confident that civil society together with NEDLAC will be able to stop, or greatly ameliorate, the worst excesses in the labour and land reform bills that are currently before Parliament.

But it will not be an easy process. The defence of liberty has always been a hard and difficult struggle.

The media, civil society and opposition parties will need all the support they can get from people of goodwill inside South Africa and in the international community to continue to play their role.

My message to the Adele Searll Ladies Club is this:
● Do not regard today’s lunch as just another item in your busy calendars;
● Do not accept developments in South Africa that would be unacceptable in any other genuine democracy in the world;
● Think about - and actively support - other, much more effective, ways of promoting genuine equality, non-racialism and a better life for all our people;
● Consider the concrete steps that you can take to support the work of NGOs - like our own Centre for Constitutional Rights - that are fighting night and day to protect our Constitution - and your own fundamental rights.

I can assure you that your future happiness, prosperity and security - and the future of everyone in this country - depend on it.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

There is a need for another rethink...

...of the way we face this electricity crisis that SA finds itself in. In fact, we are facing another 20% rise in electricity costs from next month, so the need is even greater now. Currently, we go through about R600 a month in electricity, usually a couple of hundred bucks more if we have visitors for a few days. The next increase means that we will have to fork out a total of R720 for the same amount of prepaid power.

So...one of the ways I might face the power problem is by having our home rewired. Really.

We, in general (and if I'm not mistaken), have our homes wired with a set of circuits (plugs or lights) on the same breaker in serial (ie, in a straight line). This means that all the units are energised at the same time regardless of whether they are in use or not, with only a switch to make sure the individual sockets or light switches are not powered on. A drawback to this is if the serial circuit is broken at some point in the chain, on the neutral wire (which is common to the circuit), then all the outlets (plugs and switches) further on in the chain are also affected.

It is an ineffective way to control your home's usage of power. If you wanted to save power on that sequence, without switching off the circuit breaker on the main panel, then each day you would have to go and power off each and every plug and switch in the sequence to make sure that it is not using electricity unwisely.

We have all heard about the possibilities of saving electricity (and money) by installing solar geysers (which we will be doing as well), wind generators, etc, but I think there's another way by just rewiring the house a little more cleverly.

I'm going to investigate and, if it turns out to be a viable choice, rewire the house so that lights and plug points that are not generally used throughout the day (excluding fridges, tv, etc) are automatically turned off and on by a timer switch (or set of switches) between certain hours of the day. If the units on a particular timer switch are needed at some point through the "off hours", the timer(s) can be over-ridden and the plugs/lights re-energised.

Areas that have essential equipment, such as burglar alarms, or the study where computers and modems are kept, or the tv and the satellite decoder, can all be grouped onto the same circuit breaker. If it means that there is a chance of overloading the current breaker, then a larger breaker could be installed to take care of the additional load required on that breaker.

Even things like deep freezes can be put on a timer. How many of us go into a deep freeze during daylight hours between 10am and 4pm? Or even overnight? Not many, I bet. And the freezer will stay frozen for a good few hours if it is sealed properly and kept closed. And those things chow a lot of power. On top of it all, we have two freezers...one just for my fishing bait that could quite easily go on a timer as it is usually only opened once a week.

There are any number of ways the circuit breakers could be rewired to cater for items that are either to be used during the day, or not, as required. It should be a simple enough exercise to walk through the house and decide for yourself which units are absolutely necessary. It won't take a rocket scientist to make those decisions.

And to make sure you don't "spike" the power consumption when the timers kick out at their prescribed time (if there are a few to stand down at the same time), you could even stagger them to change back a few minutes apart, thereby reducing the chance that a full spike would trip your main panel and leave the house in total darkness.

One could even go as far as colour-coding the plug and light switch covers with a different cover-plate, or a label. It will help you identify which circuits are on during the daylight hours. It could even help sell your house if you could show the prospective buyers that you have installed power-saving methods into your circuitry.

All comments and suggestions welcomed...

I found a new blog...

...that I am going to read now and then, possibly a couple of times a week.

I was browsing the comments on a posting on WatKykJy (on the toolbar to the right) and noticed her blogger name, so went and had a quick browse of her writings. Very impressive, I thought.

On the toolbar, click on "A Daft Scots Lass" and see what I mean. The lady in question is, like me, Scottish by birth but has not been living in SA for quite as long as I have, yet.

Her writing is brutally, but funnily, crude and well worth a visit...

Go ahead...read it if you dare...

Thursday, June 09, 2011

Introducing the Ostrich National Congress Party (ONC)...

previously known as the African National Congress (ANC).

Why? Because like the myth says, the ostrich buries its head in the sand until danger goes away.

Why? Because that's exactly what this government does.

Not only does this government ignore critical issues that affect the daily living conditions of its voters and the rest of us (no, I do not vote for the ANC, nor will I in a million fuckin' years) but it tries to bullshit its way out of situations when it appears that it is about to be caught with its proverbial pants around its ankles.

Just pick up any newspaper and see what I mean. Just click on any news RSS feed that you might have on your browser toolbar and you'll see what I mean. Just watch any local TV news, or listen to any radio station news program. Same result.

Always complaints, and always are these complaints ignored. Until election time comes around again. This time, after the local municipal elections, the ONC is blaming everyone and everything around it as the causes of the problems, while it never admits to making mistakes itself.

Hmmmmmm...maybe the management of some companies should form their own ONC party as they suffer the same symptoms...

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

A Great Quotation...

from the London Times...

"South Africa is the only country in the world where affirmative action is in the favour of the majority who has complete political control. The fact that the political majority requires affirmative action to protect them against a 9% minority group is testament to a complete failure on their part to build their own wealth making structures, such that their only solution is to take it from others."


However, that said, the 9% minority are the most skilled in the country (for various reasons, foremost the fact that we're not a lazy bunch of gravy train assholes like some of our "anderskleuriges" or politicians). Still, that also should not constitutionally give them the right to use AA against the minority...

ANCYL and Vibrantmedia - FUCK OFF!!!!!!

Now these bastards somehow got hold of my email address. I wish I could find out how, or who sent it to them, so that I could send utter crap to that person/organisation. Fuck off, the lot of you...!!!

This is what I received in the mail...or at least it's screenshots from the webpage...





My response to the company who sent the email was polite to say the least...

Hi....

I have NO DESIRE to receive rubbish, unsolicited, emails like this again. DELETE my email address from your database, please!!!

I do not want to hear from vibrantmedia ever again!!!!!!


No signature or anything at the end, just nice and curt...fuckers...

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Aw, Kumoffit...

We were taught to use phonetics in school to get a grasp on spelling, but I think the owner of this place never got over it.


No wonder we have such a low pass-rate in our schools. "Education institutions" like this one might just have something to do with it...

Friday, May 06, 2011

To my Darling Daughter and her new Husband...Mr and Mrs P...

I wanted to make a bit of a speech at the wedding dinner but, due to the noise levels in the restaurant, decided not to (and, also, I don't like crying in public). At the time it seemed like a good idea not to, but I don't think these words have lost their effect even if they do come a couple of weeks later. I sincerely hope they don't as they still mean the same to me...

Firstly, from Granny D's brother in Leeds, there was an email that reads (quoted verbatim, our family is not the best at punctuation and grammar):

"Dear Tami, great to hear your news from my sister, E. Didn,t realise the time that has passed since we, last saw you, 1989, I think, what,s the saying (you were knee-high to a grasshopper), but NOT now, bet you,re a lovely young person, phew 25, years, can,t remember that, we are both old foggies @ 75 now. We were 23, when we married, 1958, 53 years this Sept.!! Still going along, and were just saying how excited you will be getting, now. Anyway have a lovely day, hope the future is all you will want, not an easy life these days, but sure you will be blessed. Bye for now, with all our love Aunt C + Unca D. PS tell my sister to behave herself!"

Secondly, and I'm not much of a public speaker, but I was going to quote an old Scottish wedding wish:

A thousand welcomes to you with your marriage kerchief,
May you be healthy all your days.
May you be blessed with long life and peace,
May you grow old with goodness, and with riches.

May the best ye've ever seen
Be the warst ye'll ever see.
May the moose ne'er lea' yer aumrie
Wi' a tear-drap in his e'e.

May ye aye keep hail an' hertie
Till ye're auld eneuch tae dee.
May ye aye be jist as happy
As we wiss ye noo tae be.

Where'er ye bide in the world sae wide,
We wish ye a neuk on the sunny side,
Wi' muckle o' love and little o' care,
A wee bit pursie wi' siller tae spare,
Yer ain wee ingle when the day is spent,
In a wee bit housie wi' hearts content.



The last verse of the poem seems very appropriate at this time, seeing as you guys have just had the news that you'll be moving into your own "wee bit housie" at the end of the month. I hope you have many years of happiness in the house (or other, larger, houses which you'll need when the family grows a bit bigger, plus we're going to need a room when we come over sometime).

Thirdly, "May the Lord keep you in his hand, and never close His fist too tight on you".

I'm certainly not a religious person, but those words seem very appropriate.

To end with, we wish you many very happy years together, with an abundance of everything except problems. May you have love, happiness, laughter and an excess of good luck in your years ahead. All our love to you both. Always. xoxo

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Some of the best UAE photos...

I wasn't going to put in any descriptions of the photos, but I've reconsidered due to the sheer volume of images...enjoy...but beware, there are LOTS of images...go and grab a cup of coffee before you start looking through them...


Pics from Dubai

Emirates Mall - "fishtank" at the entrance to the underground aquarium
Stainless Steel diver - against a waterfall backdrop - difficult to get the water motion
The actual waterfall - yes, it's in the middle of a frikkin mall
Ice rink in the middle of the mall - about the size of a footbal field
Burj al Khalifa (pronounced "Boorj al ghaleefa") - highest building in the world
The Abra's on The Creek - tourist water taxis
View up The Creek
The base of the Boorj al Ghaleefa
Some other building - there are some fantastic constructions in the UAE
The Brindle Bass in the aquarium tank - I lost count of the number of protected species in that tank...bastards
More boats on The Creek
A lane in one of the Souq's (markets)
Back on The Creek
Back on The Creek
Another lane in another Souq
More highrise buildings - some of them were spectacular
Back on The Creek
Gold buddha in the Gold Souq
More gold figurines


Pics from Abu Dhabi

Head office to one of the airlines
Spices for sale in the New Souq
Handcarved elephants from India
One of the lanes inside the New Souq - everything was done out in latticed woodwork - would have got rich off that contract
Entrance to a park in the city centre
View from my hotel room - every prayer time the muzzin would chant the usual "Allah u Akhbar" in about 20,000 different tones
View from the Corniche waterfront looking toward the city centre
The Corniche waterfront walkway
The centre court of the New Souq...awesome
This is some kind of calendar - can't remember the exact info about it, but it was fuckin' expensive otherwise I would have bought it
Another lane in the New Souq - the pace is three storeys high
Another mosque, with night lights
Sunset on the Corniche
Sunset on the Corniche
Fisherman on the Corniche - they catch tiddlers there
The walkway - it is 10km long and tiled the whole way
Gardens and delivery entrance archway at the Emirates Palace Hotel - the only SEVEN star hotel in the world
First images of the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque - taken on a brilliantly clear day, but also when the place was closed to non-Muslims - more later
The main entrance to the mosque
The pool on the hotel roof - and it was heated to 32degC
View of the city from the hotel roof
Inside the Emirates Palace Hotel - breathtaking
An archway just outside the Palace Hotel
The outside, main entrance, of the Palace Hotel - Ferraris and sports cars lined up outside the door
Etihad airways new head office buildings, still under construction
Another frontal view of the Palace Hotel - fountains off
The Japanese Tea Hut - a gift from the emperor of Japan to the late Sheikh Zayed
View of the gulf beyond the Palace Hotel windows
The windows mentioned above
The main dome in the Palace Hotel
The Palace Hotel - everything has a golden hue about it
Designs of future buildings - can't remember who is going to occupy them, but it is multinational companies

The night view tapestry, showing the hotel at night - about 10m high and 25m wide
The daytime view tapestry - same size
The window between the tapestries - the night time one is on the wall behind the staircase
Rows and rows of ancient artifacts, all for sale - some dating back to 300BC - I wanted one piece, but it was something like R16,000...
More inside the hotel
Model dhow, from the building model below, another future project for the city

Another future project - one of them, can't remember which one, is going to be a Guggenheim Museum
View of the Palace hotel through the palisade fencing that surrounds the place
Etihad towers through an archway
A tapestry inside a closed shop - through the window - it was a fantastic piece, also a couple of hundred years old
View of the city through one of the hotel's windows
Looking down to the "basement" of the Palace Hotel
Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque - the pic is out of place from the rest
Inside of the Marina Mall - these guys don't do small malls
The walkway leading up to the Marina Mall
Close-ip of the delivery entrance archway to the Palace Hotel - as Wreckless puts it, it's like an Arc de Triomphe - and there were four of them that I counted
The archway again
The Grand Mosque - the pics will say most of the words


Each of the domes was uniquely patterned
I lost count of the number of columns in the place

The main prayer hall - there were three of these chandeliers - each one is about 10m high and 6m across at its widest

Another view of a chandelier
This chandelier was a "small" one, located at the entrance hall to the main prayer room - everyone had to remove their shoes before even venturing into the entrance hall
Same chandelier as previous - further away
View of the main dome from the large courtyard
The names of all six of the daily prayer times - these would alternate with the actual prayer times, which vary according to the season



Back in the courtyard - the sky was a dull colour due to the fine sand in the air


A smaller prayer room for the women and children
The scrollwork on the walls was just fantastic in detail
No more words - the pictures say their own thing...