Category: art

MumbaiMumbai. Gateway to India is in the background. We took a ferry to Elephant Island.

 

IndiaPhoto taken in India in 2014. 

  • According to this webpage, South Africa has a rich culture. Here “you will love interacting with the Bantus”.
  • I’ve recently fallen in love with THIS travel blog. As my friend Tazz so cleverly quipped, “It was love at first site”.
  • If you’re looking for a good milkshake AND veggie burger, may I suggest Engruna? Unfortunately, Engruna only has two flavours of non-alcoholic milkshakes: cookies and cream, and toasted marshmallows. I’ve tried both and the toasted marshmallows are definitely my favourite.
  • Mr Pickwick’s has recently been renovated and moved to Kloof Street. I can’t wait to test their milkshakes. Milkshakes are kinda my specialty.
  • I’ve just discovered the podcast, Serial and holy crap is it awesome. I plan to listen to each and every podcast on my long distance runs.
  • The Epicene Butcher is back on at Alexander Bar. I would definitely recommend checking it out! I’ve seen the show twice and absolutely loved it.
  • On Sunday, 24th January, the Chaitanya School of Yoga is offering a free class on the beach! 
  • Travelstart recently blogged about 41 awesome things to do in Cape Town. I’m keen to check out Babylonstoren.
  • I thought Kirstenbosch National Botanical Gardens was beautiful until I saw pictures of Bloedel. It has been added to my bucket list.
  • I thought that this article on Faithwashing was pretty interesting.
  • I recently attempted this cranberry, orange & pecan coffee cake.

Fear and loathing
Last weekend, I finished reading “Fear and loathing in Las Vegas” by Hunter S Thompson. I think this is my third or fourth time reading this book. Anyway, here’s one of my favourite paragraphs from the book:

“The big hotels and casinos pay a lot of muscle to make sure the high rollers don’t have even momentary hassles with “undesirables.” Security in a place like Caesar’s Palace is super tense and strict. Probably a third of the people on the floor at any given time are either shills or watchdogs. Public drunks and known pickpockets are dealt with instantly – hustled out to the parking lot by Secret Service-type thugs and given a quick, impersonal lecture about the cost of dental work and the difficulties of trying to make a living with two broken arms.”

Since finishing “Fear and loathing in Las Vegas”, I’ve moved onto “Gone Girl” by Gillian Flynn.

Comedy show
Last Saturday I attended a show at the comedy club, “Jou ma se comedy.”
Comedian: I’m often classified as a coconut. A coconut is someone who is black on the outside and white on the inside. I don’t mind being called a coconut if it means that I get BEE contracts and get to sleep with white women. I get a white man’s salary and have a big dick.

Skeleton Gorge

Yesterday a few friends and I scaled Skeleton Gorge. The hike starts at Kirstenbosch Gardens and ends at a dam on Table Mountain. The hike was gruelling (up, up, up) and the weather was HOT (totally glad we started at 08:00). It took us two hours to reach the top and another two hours to reach the bottom. We wanted to take Nursery Ravine down, but after 30 minutes of wandering we decided to stick with the route we know.

The dam - Skeleton Gorge

I’m hoping to hike to Elephant’s Eye from Cecilia’s Forest before this year is over.

Fear and loathing

Rising sun from my apartment

If I had to update my twitter bio, it would read, “Lover of sunsets, coffee and Mary Roach novels.”

Mary Roach is a brilliant writer – she makes science sound fun and accessible. I am currently reading her novel, “Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal”.

Below is an extract from chapter 11, which explores the use of the rectum for storing contraband. The term employed for smuggling contraband into the rectum is called “hooping”.

“The preference in California prisons for rectal smuggling is a little surprising given the preponderance of Latinos and African Americans – two populations that are, taken as a whole, somewhat less comfortable with homosexuality. Prison, I’m guessing, is a place where extenuating circumstances erode the stigma that otherwise attaches to extracurricular uses of the rectum.

Rodrigues speaks freely about the situation in Avenal. Rather than antagonize gay inmates, he says, gang leaders tend to employ them. “We call them ‘vaults.’ If they’re reliable, the homies will approach them – ‘Hey, check it out, you want to make some money?'”

Everyone else has to practice to get up to speed. Rodriguez recalls his “cherry” assignment – the blades – as extremely painful. He says gang underlings are made to practice. I picture muscular, tattooed men puttering around the cell with soap bars or salt shakers on board. Lieutenant Parks showed me an 8 X 10 photograph of what he said was a practice item, one that landed the apprentice in Medical Services. Deodorant sticks had been pushed into either end of a cardboard toilet paper tube and wrapped in tape. “As you can see,” he said in his characteristic deadpan, “it’s a rather large piece.” (Rodriguez says that it was hooped on a bet.)

“To avoid anal laceration, dilation may have to be performed progressively over a period of several weeks or months.” This quote comes from a journal, but it is not a corrections industry journal or even an emergency medicine or proctology journal. It’s from the Journal of Homosexuality. A corrections or even a protology journal eould not have gone on, in the very next sentence, to say, “Rowan and Gillette (1978) have described the case of a man who derived sexual pleasure from inflating his rectum with a bicycle tire pump.” (As I did not pursue the reference, I remain ignorant of this man’s fate and whether he exceeded the recommended PSI of the human rectum.)”

I recently spent a week in Durban, soaking up the sun, admiring the fish at uShaka Marine World and cycling along the promenade.

Before boarding my 07:00 flight, I decided to have breakfast at Woolworths at the airport. I ordered a fruit salad and hazelnut latte. I paid for my order at one side of the counter and picked it up at the other side. After 5 minutes, my order was done.
Barista: Here’s your cappuccino.
Me: Excuse me?
Barista: Here’s your cappuccino.
Me: You mean my hazelnut latte.
Barista stares at me for a minute, removes my cup from the counter and pours honey over the coffee.
Barista: Here’s your hazelnut latte.
It wasn’t a hazelnut latte. It was just a cappuccino with honey on it.

The following photo was taken in the Japanese Garden in Durban.
Japanese Garden, Durban

If you’re a lover of photography, ballet or the female form, then do yourself a favour and check out The Ballerina Project on Facebook or Instagram.

Here are some of the pictures I skilfully lifted from their Facebook page.
ball

ball2

ball3

Gorgeous, isn’t it? It’s enough to make me consider taking up a ballet class or two. (I went so far as to Google adult ballet classes in Cape Town.)

Art, elephants, colour, India

Doors - Blue City

Jodhpur walls

Blue City

Boy feeding the raptors

The above photos were taken at the Mehrangarth Fort in Jodhpur. The Mehrangarth Fort is where the latest Batman movie (The Dark Knight Rises) was shot. The Mehrangarth Fort is where I spent the first day of 2014 – ziplining across dams. The Mehrangarth Fort is where I watched a young boy feed dozens of raptors (eagles?) pieces of meat. *Sigh*. I only wish I’d taken more photos to capture the exquisite moments.

Grainy photo
The above grainy photo was taken with my cell phone. I was too afraid of taking my DSLR with me, as I ziplined from one to the other.

On Sunday I watched lithe bodies glide and twirl across a temporary dance floor at Sea Point Pavilion. The event (salsa sun-kissed series) was hosted by my friend, Maria. Here are some of the photos I took at the event.

Salsa, setting sun

Salsa, dancing, coke

Sun-kissed salsa - fun

Sun-kissed salsa - Seapoint

Salsa dancing - Seapoint Pavilion

The next event will take place on 16 February between 15:30 – 19:00. There is no cost associated with the event.

After spending two days in Udaipur, we headed off to Jodhpur. We’d hired a driver to take us there and included two scheduled stops along the way: Kumbhalgarh Fort and a Jain Temple.

Kumbhulgarth Fort is the second longest wall, next to The Great Wall of China. The architecture itself is simplistic, but the view from the top was absolutely spectacular and I couldn’t help but wish that I’d invested in wide-angle lens.

View from the top - Kumbhalgarh Fort

Indian girl staring

Spire Kumbhalgarh Fort

Camel - Kumbhalgarh

Kumbhalgarh Fort

From the very minute I set foot in Udaipur, I fell in love with the city. Slap, bang, irrevocably in love. The city is vibrant and bursting with colour.

According to Wiki, Udaipur is referred to as the “Venice of the East”. It’s a reputation well earned. Udaipur has FIVE major lakes. Unfortunately we only managed to view one lake – Lake Pichola.

Udaipur - water, pillars, architecture
Lake Pichola.

Donkeys hauling sand
Donkeys hauling sanding. The donkeys were herded by women. I found this quite strange.

Kingfisher - Udaipur
Photo of a Kingfisher.

Blue & white
Photo taken at Jag Mandir, a palace built on an island in Lake Pichola.

Blending in with the flowers
As you can tell from the photo above, I am incapable of smiling.