The South African Style

It's Publicised!

2005-09-13T17:00:00.000+04:00

Well my dear old loyal readers. If you want still to keep track of my life then you will need to click on the link below. This blog is still under construction and will only be updated when I leave this fucking small island. Keep track what is the latest news in Africa and if you want to come and visit, just give me a call or drop an email. Everyone is welcome accept those who do not want to give a little bit of .....you know what I mean, right? So, Tanzania, here I come!

Here is the link to my new blog:

http://gvdheevertz.blogspot.com

Departure Information!

2005-09-08T10:15:00.000+04:00

Well my good old friends, I know I have stated in my previous posting that that will be it, but I can not just leave this island without updating you when I will actually leave. My departure date still stands for the first time ever on the 15th September 2005 at 19:35 Mauritian time. For Germany, it will be 17:35 and I will arrive on home soil at 24:05 Mauritian time and 22:05 German and South African time. It’s been really a pleasure to know all you good people out there.

My South African Mobile NO. +27 83 400 0646

Dat’s from da Bru for now,

Farewell (for now at least) to All My Loyal Readers!

2005-09-03T14:30:00.000+04:00

Yes, it is Saturday morning. A morning after a night of heavy drinking and I do feel like shit this morning. "Babelaas" or "Vinyard Flue" is the translated version in South Africa for morning sickness for alcohol. I guess by now you guys know that. Gordon's dictionary, right?

So, this will be my last update on this blog and I have started a new blog. I just need to keep it a bit personal for now and I have not forwarded my address to anyone, but I will do it in due coarse. I just have to finish so much work in the next week or so and you guys know how quickly the time goes when you are leaving. My departure date is now 15 September and I will be in Tanzania around the first week in October. It is now the end of my final chapter in a really not so good book story and hopefully the next one will be better. I have to admit that I appreciate the time that I've spent and that I got to know so many good people. You will always be in my heart and thoughts and I will keep in contact, I promise.

There were so many fun times and just as many "not so fun times", but everything leads up to the story that I can tell my grandchildren one day. This will be closing another chapter in The Gordon's Book of Life and I'm taking everything that I can. I just hope that you guys will remeber me as a South African with a lot of pride and joy. To my next story!

Good Bye Mauritius!

If I Aint Got You!

2005-09-02T11:35:00.000+04:00

I've been there before
But that life's a bore
So full of the superficial

Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you

Some people search for a fountain
Promises forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that's the only way to prove you love them

And in a world on a silver platter
And wondering what it means
No one to share, no one who truly cares for me

Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you

Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you

If I ain't got you with me baby
Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me baby

2005-09-01T11:24:00.000+04:00

South Africa vs Germany (3-2) - Guess who won the drinking battle!

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There is always Germans in my life. I guess I'm a German magnet, but they all can party really hard - Anne, John, Lars and Kevin

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Sunset on the most beautiful place in the world with my german friend Anne!

Weekend of Drinking Madness!

2005-08-23T09:45:00.000+04:00

Well this weekend I prepared myself for yet another disappointment. It was the farewell of my German buddy Sandrine. Good bye my friend and I hope that I will see you in Berlin. Thank you for being part of the best 7 months of my life. It was a shit load of fun and many hangovers later.

Friday night was quite a bit a quiet night. I just didn’t have any energy left to spare after Thursday night’s heavy drinking session. Das was nicht gut! Saturday evening we went to Kenzi for Sandrine’s last farewell and a bit of live music. A bit of Blues, Jazz and Espagnol Muzik! No, it wasn’t the Spaniards if that is what you all are thinking. Around midnight I took everyone home and I knew I wasn’t finished yet.

I went to Buddah’s new night club. It was even 10minutes and I had new friends again. Yeah, all the way from Hamburg, Germany. God, I swear I’m a German magnet. I think it is because they can party really hard. Anyway, good couple of beers, couple of flaming sambucas and at least 5 tequila’s later and I was on the role to party. Around two, I decided to go home. Lucky or should I say unluckily Bruce was still awake! I convinced him the party was good and we went back to Buddah. Fuck, I don’t know much after, but I remember we sat on the beach and I told Bruce exactly where I met my girl and told him my heart problems. “ Dronk verdriet!” I don’t know what time we got back home, but Bruce took great care of me.

I couldn’t even make it to my kitchen door, so Bruce brought me my mattress, pillows and my blanky. Thanx bru, you are a life saver. Bruce even took the evidence of how well the night went. Check the pic’s out!

Believe me when I tell you guys that I felt it the next morning. I was empty, drained, physical end mentally unstable. I heard that my lisp was actually huge because of all the alcohol! All and all, relatively an OK weekend and will see what will happen next! My Anne buddy will be back. Girl, the Green Island is stocked and ready to use.

So, I hope you guys all had great weekends and I will update soon again.

Allez.

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Alles Klar!

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I love my Pillow! What's wrong with that?

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Evidence of the night before!

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A gift from Sandrine - A personal portrait of Johnny Bravo or Me! Fucking Awesome!

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A gift from Sandrine - A personal portrait of Bruce and his girl!

Friday Morning Joke!

2005-08-19T11:57:00.000+04:00

A Johannesburg traffic officer pulled a car over and told the driver that because he had been wearing his seat belt he had just won R5 000,in an Arrive Alive safety competition.

Being a Mozambician, the driver could hardly believe his luck. "What are you going to do with your cash?" asked the traffic cop.

"Well I guess I'm going to get a drivers licence," he answered.

"Oh, don't listen to him," yelled a woman in the passenger seat. "He tries to be smart when he's drunk."

This woke up the guy in the back seat who took one look at the cop and moaned, "I knew we wouldn't get far in a stolen car."

At that moment there was a knock from the boot and a voice said, "Are we over the border yet?"

The cop fainted.

Man, I do not want to be caught like that!

2005-08-11T14:00:00.000+04:00

Don't just shoot your mouth!

A bloke is standing in a queue at the Super Market when he notices
that the
sexy blonde behind him raising her hand and smiling hello to him.

He is quite taken aback that such a looker would be waving to him,
and
although familiar, he can't place where he might know her from. So he
says
"Sorry, do you know me?"

She replies "I maybe mistaken, but I thought you might be the father
of one
of my children!"

His mind shoots back to the one and only time he has been
unfaithful...
"Wow" he says "Are you that strip-o-gram on my stag night that I
shagged on
the snooker table in front of all my mates whilst your mate whipped
me with
some wet celery and put a cucumber up my ....?"

"Um, No," she says, "I'm your son's English Teacher"

Life with Agony!

2005-08-10T09:45:00.000+04:00

The word “Agony” totally explains the way I feel right now. I’m still on this fucking shit small island, Ach….whatever! Anyway, let’s get on with it.

So, last week was Jess’s final stretch on the island and I have to say that Elvis has left the building or island for that matter. Jess wanted us to go and say good bye to her favourite place on the island, so we went all down to Le Souffleur. It is beautiful there, but I still prefer Gris Gris. Fuck, those Americans got me so far lost and I ended up in Soulliac. We can excuse them because we all know they drive on the wrong side of the road anyway. Great day, great friends!

Saturday Bruce and I were so frustrated and we decided to take out our anger on our driving skills, but safely to say, it was not on the roads. We went down to that Go-Kart track close to Port Louis. Fucking Expensive! Rs380 + VAT for 10 minutes. Man, was that great fun! Of coarse as usual, I took full advantage of the situation and that “slicks” smelt like burnt rubber after 700 laps in 10 minutes. Or it felt rather like 700 laps in 10 minutes. Hehehehehe……… Bruce actually decided that the tyre barrier was easier then being lap twice. All and all, great fun, but very expensive I should say.

Saturday, ach….. my boys back home kicked real ass! Go Bokke! Ja, the Springboks (South African National Rugby Team) kicked the number 1 ranked country in the world, All Blacks from New Zealand ass by fucking them up 22 – 16. What a game and it shows you that our boytjies back home are made of steel. Great Game and Great Spirit! Poor old Sandrine had to leave the flat because Bruce and I could not be quiet. In fact, we were very loud, but that’s nothing, wait until you see us back home.

All said and done and now, please check out the pic’s.

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Me, Jess and the Terrible Indian Twins. Gundi & Gunda!

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Bruce and the Yanks, Uma & Jess!

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Le Souffleur!

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Gordon alia Michael Schumacher around the PHOENIX corner to snatch up victory!

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Gordon alia Michael Schumacher going through the final corner to take victory!

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Bruce think he has won the soccer world cup!

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Bruce through the tyre barrier!

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OH god, Look at that face! I see a lot of steak on this pic.

2005-08-10T09:32:00.000+04:00

Anne or Uma, Check out your wheels. Doing 160km/h around a corner.

Will it be Grape Juice?

2005-08-05T11:15:00.000+04:00

Yeah, it’s that time again and yet another mate is leaving. It seems by now that I will definitely grow old on this island. Mom, please send me a return air ticket back home. I want to get off this fucking island. Just kidding! My NEW date for leaving will be around 2nd September 2005 maybe 2006. Yeah, what fucking ever!

Tonight, we will have Jessica’s farewell party at Uma’s Inn. Guess who will be the “Braai Master” again. What I wouldn’t do for my mates? If I’m right, it is Jess’s 10th month on the island and I have to admit it seems like I have known this chick forever. I think she has done her rounds and now it’s time to pack up and go. Everyone’s time will come to an end in the same manner. The question is only when. But I have to think that it’s the kind of party where a lot of mates will say good bye to one another. Uma is leaving for India on Sunday morning for 3 weeks, Bruce has his court case today and he might be off by next week and Jess will be leaving on Sunday evening. This will be the end for a lot of friendships.

Maybe sub-consciously I use this evening just for another reason for a hard drinking session. No, I’m kidding. I have dealt with so many losses during the past year that maybe I’m immune to this sort of thing. I do not really think that someone can get immune to loose real close friends at all. It just fucking sucks and it starts all over again. Hopefully I will not be totally alone. Uma and Jess will be gone (Uma only for 3 weeks hopefully) and Bruce might be out of here by next week. Sandrine will move in at my place around the 11th and my buddy from Germany and Uma will come back around the 27th. Sandrine will leave the island around the 22nd and I’ve tried to convince her to stay one week later, but she refused adamantly. But, hopefully for my last week we will have a great party. Anne, Uma and I will take the word party, seriously. Yeah, that’s more the way I like it.

I just feel very sad for poor old Nachi. What I’ve learned during the past months is that you will always loose people very dear to you and you just need to deal with it appropriately. Of course, there is a time to be sad and a time to be happy, but you should not let things get you down. Nachi my boy, take the time and greave and we will always be there for you when you need to talk about it. You are one of us, even though you are all the way from India! I just want to tell you that things will get better and you need to go on. If your relationship with Jessica was really that strong and worthwhile, you will get to see her again in the future. Believe me, you only realize how important things are to you once you’ve lost it, but it’ll all work out later as you moved on. You will see! For Bruce, man, I do not know what the fuck to tell you. I know you are going through a really tough time, but like I always tell you; do not spend your life worrying what might happen. I know it’s frightening, but you have to stand strong. What is the worst they can do you? Life takes you on highs and it brings you right down to your very lows, but remember, you have your life to live for. They can not take it away from you. Maybe your freedom, but definitely not your heart and soul! Keep strong boy and believe! It is all that you have right now so make the best of it.

I’m still dealing with my great loss of love and it’s been really difficult. It gets easier as you go on, but she still occupies my mind and my heart and that’s making it really difficult for me. I wish I knew how she handles it, but for me, fuck, it sucks. Maybe I should go back to what I know best. Hump and dump just so many chicks and do not allow them into your heart. I wake up 2, 3, 4am in the morning and the only thing that I can think off is her. I’ve tried the option to release her, but that’s not working either until I get a definite decision out of her. So, in the mean time I’m only floating in the air. What else can I do? How do you go on with your life if you have unsolved issues that really affect the life that you need to live? Ach….fuck, whatever.

So, it’s weekend again and I know I’m going to try to have a good one. I hope all of you out there will do the same. Enjoy!

Starring at the Sun!

2005-08-01T10:30:00.000+04:00

What can I say? I think my blog speaks for itself. This blog only gets updated when I have time on my hands or when one of you guys complain about an old topic that heads my blog for longer then expected. Lately, I’ve been doing quite a bit of site seeing and I’m trying to visit all the places (before I leave of coarse) that I’ve neglected during my stay due to unforeseen circumstances.

Well, last week I posted a couple of my pictures that was taken during our visit to Tamarin Falls. The saying “a picture is worth a thousand words” says it all and the photos do say it all. The site seeing was amazing and The Brady Bunch, just let say we’ll leave it there. All and all, it was really a great day. I just would like to comment on what Jessica mentioned on her blog about the incident that involved herself, Nachi and me. Well, there are not enough words that could describe the incident. The fact of the matter was that you can definitely dress up a little arrogant fat headed Indian called Nachi, but for sure as hell sake you can not take that little shit anywhere. He tries to fucking eat each and every plant that looks chowable and he fucking thinks he’s a monkey. (Hehehehehe) OK, I think I need to stop to make an example out of him. Showed you that you need to eat much more “Pap en Vleis” to take me on. Stick to the curry bru!

It’s been quite a hectic week and the good news from this week is that my plant has been handed officially over to the Operation and Maintenance team. That is awesome to know, because it means that my life will get a little bit easier and I can say in a kind of a way that “OUR MISSION IS ACCOMPLISHED”. I got my Renault Clio back after repairs due to the incompetence (of something that I really knew) of a Mauritian driver that drove into the back of a bus. No real hard damage was caused, but asking him after the accident what happened and he replies with “Uhm you see, this morning I took some medicine and while I was driving, I kind of just blacked out”. For god sake, if you take medicine and you are not fit to do what you are suppose to do, stay the fuck at home and leave my car alone. Jesus, what the fuck more do I need to say? Anyways, he has been fired from his employer. Coming back to my story, the Clio looks really good, but now I need to sell her. She has been really good to me during the past year or so. I actually think I could drive one someday, but we just need to inform the French engineers that 1.6litre engine might work a bit better then a 1.4litre.

The sad news for this week is that I’ve decided to break all communications with a girl that I really love to give ourselves time to think about what we really want. I really hope this will not be a permanent fixture and I hope that she will decide what she really wants from this relationship and me. I just can not go on like this anymore and I hope that she will call me soon to inform me about her decision. This is the only way out and if she doesn’t call me before I leave this island, then it will be it. I need to go on and I need to plan my future. This is not to place extra pressure on her, but I think five months is more than enough to know what you really feel or want from someone or a relationship. To be quite honest and I think you all know, that this girl is in my head and in my heart and I just need to have her in my life. I know how she feels and in what situation or position she’s in, but there are two of us in this relationship and it does not help us to be in the situation that we are in right now. Don’t get me wrong, she really means the world to me and I do not want to end it here. There is absolutely nothing more that I can do or say to convince her how I feel about her and what I’m prepared to do for her and she just needs to go and sit down and think over this past five months or so. Edina, you are the only one that I need in my life and definitely the only one that I want in my life. We can sort out later how we will go about this relationship, but you need to realize that you are killing this relationship by not making that change. You wrote to me in that book that you gave me for my birthday that IT DOES NOT MEAN THAT IT WILL BECOME BETTER ONCE IT CHANGE, BUT FOR IT TO BECOME BETTER IT NEEDS TO CHANGE. You have said yourself that I’ve change your world and I showed you how it should be, but sometimes I only wonder if it was only words. What more do you really need to think about? Just give me any answer before I leave this island to set my mind at ease, please. I miss you girl.

So, Bruce and I were and are still pretty down for the past two weeks. Sitting at home and working on each others nerves and that is not good for our health. So I have decided that we needed to get out this weekend. Try to have fun and try not to think about our mid life crisis’s. Saturday night we moved our asses down to Kenzi for a couple of beers and guess what we found there? LIVE MUSIC again with Pascal the diver and the other Mauritian bloke that normally played drums in the past. It was really fucking awesome to see Kenzi back on the move. Pascal even played Johnny Clegg’s CROSSING and we were really in a party mood. Great fun! Afterwards, we decided to move our fat asses all the way to Buddah Bar. Fuck, it was windy and rainy, but the party was on. The only thing was that the shutters weren’t closed. But, it was really good as well!

Sunday we decided to do a bit of adventure exploring. We went all the way to the east and got a couple of great pictures. Eventually we got on a boat and set sail for the one and only Isle Aux Cerf. What a KAK place I have to add. The photos of the island are totally different from the real thing. It is beautiful, but it has only this small fucking beach covered with local people. 2 Hours there was more than enough! The fun part of this whole expedition was that the skipper of our speedboat was young and reckless and the sea was not calm at all. Try to imagine these two big blokes in the front of a speed boat that is basically “cruisen” on top of the water. That chicken curry did not stay in for long, if you know what I mean! But, it was great fun. After returning to shore, I decided to go and show Bruce Mahebourg. It was windy, but it was worth the trip. I learned that Mauritius got her name from the Dutch inhabitants and she was named after Maurice von Nassau. I do not think I got his surname quite right, but I think it is close enough. We toured down to Blue Bay and there we were soaked under a cloud break and there was nothing blue about Blue Bay at all.

Anyways, all and all I think it was a relatively great weekend. Not so much booze involved, but definitely a lot of food (meaning not necessarily good food). So, that was it. Please check the new photos out that I’ve posted for our weekend’s adventure. Couple of great pictures and look at me, I’m loosing weight AGAIN! Can see that the German has returned back to her home country. NO MORE LEKKER GERMAN FOOD AT ALL. PLEASE, COME BACK BABY!

Chow for now,

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Belle Mare - Me and my Renault Clio!

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Isle Aux Cerf - Heaven?

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Isle Aux Cerf - The most famous beach if I can call it that!

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Isle Aux Cerf - Port whatever!

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Isle Aux Cerf - Rainy and Windy!

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Mahebourg - Dutch influence!

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Isle Aux Cerf - My local porter!

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Belle Mare - Bruce, I told you to be carefull.

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Mahebourg - Really windy!

2005-07-26T15:19:00.001+04:00

Anne's Party - Edina and I!

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Anne's Party - Group photo!

2005-07-26T15:13:00.000+04:00

Grand Baie - Bruce, this says it all. Peanuts for Rs60.00

2005-07-26T15:12:00.000+04:00

Tamarin Falls - Smile and Cheese. Fuck, know my camera is broken!

2005-07-26T15:09:00.000+04:00

Tamarin Falls - Anyone knows these people?

2005-07-26T15:08:00.000+04:00

Tamarin Falls - Who the fuck is this??

2005-07-26T15:06:00.000+04:00

Vacoas - It's harvesting season again!

2005-07-26T14:45:00.000+04:00

Tamarin Falls - Times are changing. Old suger slave and the rececent suger cane cutter! Bruce & Nachi

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Tamarin Falls - Suger Cane Cutter Bruce!

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Tamarin Falls - Beautifull and Amazing!

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Tamarin Falls - Amu and Nachi

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Grande Baie - Drunken Party with Wayne!

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Flic en Flaq - Our famous beach!

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Flic en Flaq - Saturday Morning Blues!

Our own Photographer of Note!

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These beautifull pictures were supplied by our own photographer all the way from Florida, USA. They were taken on her recent visit to Tanzania, my next LIFE.

Amu, they are great shots and you got front page of my blog.

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Tanzania - Beautiful Site Seeing!

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Tanzania - These donkeys forgot their pajama's!

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Tanzania - Cheetah Gallore!

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Tanzania - Lioness on Alert!

Faith or Destiny!

2005-07-21T15:45:00.000+04:00

No more of these sobby excuses for not updating my blog. I’ve really been busy these last couple of weeks and I’m trying to accept that change will occur soon. I guarantee you guys that change are not the easiest things to accept in someone’s life, but like someone once told me: “It does not mean it will be better once it changes, but for it to be better it needs to change”. Harsh words, but it really means a lot.

I’m not just thinking of myself. I’m thinking of all of you guys whose lives will be affected once one of us moves on to follow our life paths. Soon it will be Jessica that will leave. I think of the impact she had on our lives. May it be good or bad, our lives will be affected once she leaves. I’m trying to think of everyone who would be happy to see her to back at home, our friends in Germany who she will go and visit and the friends that she will leave behind in Mauritius. It is just such a fucking big change and we will all remember what impact she made on our lives. I’m not trying to make a sad story out of this issue. I’m trying to understand of how each one of our lives will change once me move on and how this change will affect the lives of the others that will be left behind.

I’m thinking of my life. I’m thinking of how my life will affect the life of Uma, Bruce, Nachi, Phillip & Annelize and everyone I know that will be left behind here. Then I think how happy my parents & friends back home will be to see me. Even though it may only be for a short time. Then I think when I have to leave South Africa to follow my career. How all my friends and family’s lives would change again! I’m not arrogant and I’m not depressive. It is a very important experience that I have to go through and I realized this, because of the impact that it has on my life right now.

Then I think of the conversation that I had with Wayne and Bruce on Faith or Destiny. Of course, we have to follow our hearts and careers at the same time and for us to believe in what we are doing is right, we say we have to believe in faith. It is like we need some kind of confirmation that what we are doing is the right thing. Faith is a very difficult term and it goes hand in hand with religion and your up bringing from childhood. Then I think of the term destiny. We use this word actually as an excuse for everything that happens in our lives. I believe that our lives are planned out for us even before we were born and that is our destiny. We just need to experience "the life" while you are on your way to your destiny. Confused? Let me explain.

This is my beliefs and the only way I can try to explain my existence and the reason for life. Our lives are set out for us even before we are born. You are bound to meet all the people that were “suppose” to cross your on our life path. You are only living the life and you should experience the good and the bad of it. Then I think of when something really bad happens to us and then to get a reasonable answer for this happening, we say it was our destiny. Yeah, it was our destiny to be in that situation and while you are in that situation you should learn from it, because if you don’t, it will happen again and it might be even worse than the previous time. We all need personal growth and for that to happen, you have to experience good and bad situations.

The big situation I have to deal with in my life right now is my relationship with a girl that I truly love. A girl that showed what life was all about and according to her, she feels the same. But because of circumstances, our lives are really screwed up at this point in time and I need to find a solution to control my life better. You can always listen to advice and I normally try to reason this out with my closest friends, but at the end of the day it will be my decision, my feeling and my life that I need to sort out. Of course there is a lot of decisions that needs to be taken from her side for us to know exactly where we stand at this point of time in our relationship. I’ve tried to fit her into my life by doing one big mistake. We have skipped the most important phase of our relationship and that is by doing the fundamentals correct. It was a relationship on a crash course and I do feel it is wrong. The funny thing is that we both feel very strong over this relationship, but the basics were not done correctly and now we sit in a very fragile situation. Relationships were supposed to be only natural and it felt that we forced the issue. It is now the time to sit and gather our thoughts on how we want to proceed with this relationship. One thing is for certain, I know that this is my girl and I do want to spend a lot of years with her.

I’ve been single for such a long time and I decided that I do not want to get involve with someone just for the sake of having a relationship. I’ve decided that I need to grow personally to the person I needed to be. I needed love myself before I could love anyone. Then this girl came into my life. My life was perfect and I could open my heart to someone that really wanted to be part of my life. She became part of me and our feelings for each other are so strong that we both are afraid of what might happen. For me personally, it was very difficult to open up. But for us to be together a lot of things needs to change and we have now to decide now on how to proceed. The easiest way out, we say to ourselves that we need to have faith and if destiny allows for it, we will be together. What kind of test of character? Logic tells me that if we survive this phase in our relationship, everything will be OK afterwards. My question is why you want to test this relationship? For what? Then I think by myself that I am maybe just too afraid to loose her. She is really a great girl and she means the world to me and she is just soooo special.

For now, we would need to wait and see the outcome. I just do not have enough faith to risk someone this special. Edina, I just need to tell you that I do love you and I miss you. Girl, I think of you.

2 Steps Behind You!

2005-06-27T09:00:00.000+04:00

Wow, I can not believe it is more than a month ago since my last posting. I’m probably only joining the club of what I call: “Blogging Faders”. I decided to update now, because there is some people who still finds my postings interesting.

The reason for not updating my blog is purely because of the fact that my girl is in town and I tried to spend as mush time as possible with her. 17 May was probably the greatest day for me on the island. I never could believe that someone would ever come back to this “fucking shit small island” just for me. Edina’s direct words! Seriously, I could never imagine that someone has so much will power to do the things that means so much to them. Well, the beginning was really awkward. I was happy that my girl was back here, but I had to deal with so much more issues that I never really thought off.

For starters, I haven’t live with someone for about 4 years now. I was really use to live alone, sleep alone and cook for myself. I only had to think of myself. Now, there is someone living with me and I had to consider her feelings and priorities as well. The second issue is that we are from two totally different worlds. European thinking is so much different from the way Africans think. I would never recommend an international relationship, but I can honestly say that Edina taught me so much in such a small space of time. Things are going really great and she extended her stay in Mauritius with one week. She really means the world to me. I get this questions so many times from people that are really close to me. The question: What will happen after she leaves? The answer: I really don’t know. She said she is really committed and she needs to go back and finish her dissertation. In the mean time I need to go to Tanzania. I’ve signed a 15 month contract before I even knew her. What now? I will have to wait and see how we will progress after she leaves. I will only say then how this relationship will continue or if it will continues. Man, you will have to believe in faith.

So, now my date for leaving the island in at the end of July 2005! One week in Johannesburg and then off to Dar es Salaam! Fuck, the real African bush. God, what the fuck made me want to go in the first place. MONEY! Now, I sit in two minds. Edina & Money! Which one will come first? Uhm…. She needs to go and sort her life out and I need to go and pursue a steady career in Engineering. Honestly, I have to believe that we will see one another again, because I can say honestly that I really want to see her again and that our story is not completed as yet. This time it will be on another continent, another way of living and most probably another me. I think the secret in to adapt, is to change a bit of your life. Not necessary your personality, but the way of living. It needs a total different mind set to survive alone in a foreign country. The reason that made this island so great was the fact that there were genuinely so much great people from around the world put together into one small bread basket. I have to add Kenzibar and Buddha bar as well. Different flavours, different mind sets, different goals and dreams. That is really a good recipe for a successful social life and it is great.

I have to come and understand the way German girls think. I have really a lot of respect for them. Take for instance my good old buddy all the way from Würzburg, Anne Scharlow. I have met her on her second visit to the island. She came back for the man of her dreams and then she came back again. She told me that she is planning to come back yet another time. God, nothing will stop these chicks to pursue what they really believe in. It is really great to know people like this. I think that I’m guaranteed of seeing them again in the not so distant future. It is people like this that make life worth living for. They are great and they believe in life.

I believe that Germany has interested me in more than one way and I need to experience it first hand. German food, German beer, German liquorices and German cars build in Germany. Kümmerling & Jägermeister sucks bru! So Germany, here I come! It will probably be around the end of next year, but I promise that I will come.

Now news from the island!

1. Mauritius is getting fucking cold.
2. The water is fucking cold.
3. No more time for kite surfing and I sold my kite.
4. I have a new favorite singer “Eric Triton”. Thanks Edina, this guy fucking sucks.
5. Sandrine’s life might change as from today. New York is Yankee stadium.
6. Anne, I hold thumbs up and all the best.
7. Amu, enjoy Tanzania and plan the Kilimanjaro trip.
8. Joël, get out the “hate people mood” and you promised Edina that you will come and visit Germany next year and I’ve witnessed it.

9. KEG’s liver strips and onions are very good, but not the mash potatoes.
10. Nachi, leave your Indian friends back in India.
11. All old ladies from now on are called “Funz”. An East German word for an old woman.......

12. I love dead Mauritians, especially on their motorbikes!
13. Bruce, I wonder if I need to redefine the term transvestite (Summer beach 17 July 2005 at 03:00).

14. Life is so shit, kak, disgusting, terrible, unacceptable, devious, crap, it is so Mauritian!

15. Le Pouce rules, but not carrying Edina’s 40kg bag up the mountain.
16. Thanks Edina for driving like a funz and bursting my front wheel. You owe me Rs250 for the tube and Rs5000 for the walk.

17. Edina enjoys crawly visitors in her SPUR goat food. We got the food for free.
18. I’ve witnessed true SCHWEINE eating, Bruce and Edina when they’re drunk.
19. Nachi and Edina, my aggressive monkey is still alive and walking freely.
20. Jess is so in love with her new pussy, but she doesn’t want to admit it.
21. Heather’s old landlord is an alcoholic and he love to shout at sweet German chicks. I would love to here the true story.

22. Miss Canada has left the building. Miss you gal. Enjoy the French boot camp.
23. Harry, welcome back to the island. See you on Monday.
24. I’m a Project manager on a water plant, not a plumber at home. Thanks Edina.
25. Nate, it looks like Mauritians love to rob only North Americans. It’s normal! Ask Jess and Heather.

26. Timo and Nafiz have disappeared from the blogging scene.
27. Germany sucks in football. Jürgen Klinsmann needs to coach them a trick called defense. Brazil rules and 3-2 was a lucky score.

28. France (the cocks) was slaughter 27-13 by the Sprinboks. Go Bokke, teach those arrogant European fuckers to play rugby for once.

29. I lost two times in table-soccer versus my girl. Fuck excuses, but now you know what it means to loose against a girl. (Editorial input from Edina Schneider) Ja, whatever. It was an old table.

30. I have a new hobby…”reading books”. Autobiography of Edina Schneider. Kind of an anatomy illustration. My personal bestseller.

31. Edina is highly qualified in looking up English words in her most famous book, the yellow Langenscheidts Schulwörterbuch all the way from Halle. Thank you Germany for making it easier to understand her.

32. I found Dorito’s on the island.
33. I learned to eat goat food.
34. I am the down-down champion on this island. Try to come and beat me.

Ok…enough news from the island. I must go to read books. Bye-Bye…Au Revoir…Cheers…Tschüss…Chiao amigo….

Bru,

Salvage a Wreck!

2005-05-23T10:30:00.000+04:00

It’s been a while since my last posting and there is only one good reason for this. I’m a nervous wreck and a workaholic. God, I never thought it would come down to this. For once, there is really good news: “She’s back.”

The past week was a really hectic week and Edina arrived on Tuesday, 17th May. I was just so relieved to see her walking through the doors of the arrival section at SSR airport. I have to admit, it took me about 3 days to realize that she is really back home. At the same time, we are busy with start-up commissioning with our water treatment plant and the shit does not stop coming. I’m physically and mentally tired and I have to keep head strong and still come back home and smile for my girl. I’ve organised a weekend with my girl in Mont Choisy and it was really great. Meat, alcohol, my bed and my girl, that is a good recipe for relieving stress. Edina, you are a great girl and I definitely do not know why I deserve you. Just being you is already more than I ever could imagine having in just one woman. You really make me happy and I just hope that I could do exactly the same for you.

So, I’m one year older, have 6 grey hairs as pointed out by Miss Edina, still a nervous wreck and so in love. This is definitely a sign of depression to come, but for now, I will only enjoy this moment. I just need to figure out how to balance my life better. Living from the one extreme to another at the same time, is not what I call fun. Please, bear with me. I have not forgotten my good old friends; I just need time for once to sort out my own life and deal with the mixed emotions.

I would like to take the opportunity to thank all my friends for the great birthday wishes. I really appreciate it and I did think of you guys a lot. Keep strong!

Sir Edmund Hillary!

2005-05-08T13:30:00.000+04:00

Well, it is that time of the week. Updating my blog to capture the essences of my tiring, but fabulous weekend to inform all my mates out there that Mauritius, well, is really an incredible place!

Friday, on the other hand, was a normal working day (not as if any other day isn’t), but it was a normal routine day. In a sense that it was at work until 5pm, visiting Jess for my weekly obligation and there was BUDDHA BAR. At 5pm. I decided to just go to Jess’s house and at least show my face. We decided to go and grab some of KFC’s finger lickin’ good nuggets, dipped in honey mustard sauce c/w 4 mini loafs and a large container of mash and gravy. This is probably my craving for the past 3 weeks. Great stuff, but the rest of the menu really sucks and I’m not a KFC fan at all. On Thursday, I made arrangements to meet up with Bruce and his South African girlfriend, Derrin, at Buddha around 8pm. As usual, people are always late! They arrived only there at around 9pm and we started to socialise casually.

Maybe an hour later, Michael and Chemeema arrived there as well and joined the little South African gathering. Man, it was really great fun. The more the alcohol was flowing, the better the party became. I told my girl that I will not return later than 11pm, but unfortunately we had a competition on our hands. It was a real Drunk South African manly thing! Downing a beer and see who can drink the fastest. Guess who won! I’ve set a new South African and probably a Mauritian record as well. My best down-down time for a beer was 2.45sec, but after the fourth down, I can honestly say that the bubbles went straight to my head. Anyways, I left around midnight to go and call my girl back in Germany. This 4 hour phone call really punished my bank account and my energy levels. I phoned 2 hours and she returned the call with another 2. Around 4am, during the conversation I just fell asleep. Girl, I’m really sorry but I know I will see you soon.......9 days to go......

Saturday morning I got up around 6am to go to work. Fuck, I was really tired and in not in a good mood at all. I can not stop thinking of starting up this damn water treatment plant. This fucking white elephant just wants to keep me here and I need to rock off and make some green! I can honestly say that we will start this week, running water through and start testing the equipment for the process. Around 1pm, Phillip (my only UK buddy ever) called me up and asked if I was willing to go and explore the great Mauritian scenery. At first I denied, but thought this could be really a chance to get my head clean up and so it did.

I got to his fucking nice house, in Quatre Bornes, around 2:15pm and we set out for the great landscapes of MOKA. We both just knew that we were going to a mountain called Le Pouce and it was in Moka, but neither of us had the slightest idea on how to get there and where to start from. We got some directions from local people and we ended up fucking travelling with his 4X4 through deep, muddy sugarcane fields. At least it was great fun and we could test the strength and endurance of his new Nissan Hardbody. Eventually, we met up with a local person and he gave us the correct direction to this mountain. Some fucking foreign people just broke our adventure enthusiasm by driving with this little peace of shit, Suzuki car, and we had to travel all through the fucking sugarcane fields. We parked at the foot hill of this mountain and realised that it was already 3:30pm. I made the suggestion that because it was already late and do not want to return off the mountain in the dark, that we knew now where to start from and that we should rather go and grab a real South African hamburger at SPUR with a couple of beers. He decided that we should just go up a little bit and then we could explore this mountain again the following weekend. I think I was just too chicken to really find out how bad is my fitness levels. Anyways, we decided to go up just a little bit and off we went. The first 200m, walking on the flat path, you could hear the extensive rhythm of breathing which later turned into more than I thought, was to be in harmonic. Than the old fashion manly hood rose again and we had a new challenge on our hands. Let’s see who can chicken out first! We just went and went and before we even realised, we were on top. 35min flat, but we were fucked as well when we reached the top.

On the top, I realised the true all mightiness of Sir Edmund Hillary and his quest to conquer Mount Everest. I was just so proud and if I had a South African flag, I would have stuck it in the ground and celebrated. But we only brought PHOENIX beer and it was good enough. From the top, you could see all around the island basically. The natural beauty of Mauritius and it is really so fucking beautiful and then some thought came to mind. You normally do not realise why you really work so hard and what the outcome will be, but you appreciate it just so much more when you reach your goal. It is just so much more satisfying and it gave me even more motivation now to go on. You will see the fruits of your hard work eventually; you just need to have faith and believe in your dreams. The final result will just be so sweet.

After a couple of beers, an apple and 25 photos’, we decided to head back home. We took it slow and new that our physical strength was tested to the ultimate. As we reached the bottom of the hill, we saw and old man and probably his granddaughter going up. The man was around the late 70’s and the girl early 10’s. This really broke our adventure spirit, but I can honestly say that I will do this again. Once we got to the car, we realised that we needed food and we set off to SPUR. We met up with Phil’s South African girlfriend, Annelize, at SPUR and than we had another constructive conversation. We are planning to rent a house on the beach in Grande Baie on the weekend of my, Annelize and another acquaintance, Ted’s birthday. Annelize’s birthday is on Friday, 20th May, mine the following day and Ted’s is on the 22nd. It will be only for couples to stay in the house, but friends can come and visit for the respective birthdays. It will be a weekend filled with fun, alcohol, BBQ’s and sex of course. For now, I do not want to get in too much detail.

For the evening, I was invited for dinner at my newly acquainted friends place, next to Uma’s apartment. I was not to keen on going there, but Uma indirectly forced me. I am glad that I went. This woman really cooked well and she prepared a South African rump steak just for me. This steak was at least 500g. It was actually a seafood night, but they went out of their way to accommodate me and there was real South African red wine as well. Drostdy Hof Rosé! Thanks guys, it was a good evening and the food was really good. I appreciate it and I’m glad that we met up again. I kind of change my opinion about you guys. I had to leave around midnight, because I was just so fucking tired and I had to work the following day. I got a good 6 hours sleep in, the first for a long time.

Ultimately, it was a great weekend and I just want to say to my girl that I really miss you so much and we will see each other soon. Ich küsse dich meine süsse! I hope all my friends had a great weekend and let me know how your weekends went. I miss you all and update your blogs!

For All the South Africans Out There!

2005-05-04T16:30:00.000+04:00

From the Heart of a True Blue Bull Supporter (Rugby)!

Dear Dr. Ruth,

I am a crack dealer in KEMPTON PARK , GAUTENG who has recently been diagnosed as a carrier of HIV virus. My parents live in Hillbrow and one of my sisters, who lives in Benoni, is married to a transvestite.

My father and mother have recently been arrested for growing and selling marijuana. They are financially dependent on my other two sisters, who are prostitutes in Brakpan. I have two brothers; one is currently serving a non-parole life sentence at Leeukop Central Prison for the murder of a teenage boy in 1994. My other brother is currently in jail awaiting charges of sexual misconduct with his three children.

I have recently become engaged to marry a former prostitute who lives in Yeoville. He is now a part time "working boy". All things considered, my problem is this. I love my fiancé and look forward to bringing him into the family. I certainly want to be totally open and honest with him. Should I tell him about my cousin who is a STORMERS RUGBY TEAM supporter?

Signed, Worried About My Reputation

Capture Your Dreams, It is Possible!

2005-05-02T14:39:00.000+04:00

Free your heart and mind!

Relax Your Mind!

2005-05-02T14:25:00.000+04:00

The place I call home!

Poulet Grille avec une Phoenix!

2005-05-02T14:23:00.000+04:00

Just imagine with a sun set like this!

Braai on a New Porch!

2005-05-02T14:15:00.000+04:00

Last week was one of my hardest weeks in a very long, but I mean, long time. It looks like everything is coming together and soon we will have water in our plant at La Marie, The problem is that it is real easy to build something, but so difficult to put all the different pieces together and make it work. Connecting the theory with the reality! But I do have faith and we will be up and running by end of May.

I know it is time for me to put in an extra couple of hours at work, but I still have social responsibilities. Uma moved into her new apartment in Flic en Flac and Saturday was her house warming party. It is a great place and you got it for a bargain. God, I told her that I’m going to retire as from now on as the BBQman. There was a whole bunch of people, including her dad all the way from the America’s. He was actually for a couple of days in South Africa on business and then he came over to the island. Uma, your old man is a great guy. It was really a pleasure to meet him. Send my regards!

At the party I met a couple of new people, Uma’s friends. One of them was Anne’s friend, Nacash. I really don’t know if his name is spelled correct or pronounced correct, but hey, I’m not Indian, duh! His friends, Maunkee and Ghundy! She is Belgium and not an Indian thug! Really good people! The strange thing is that it was the first time I spoke to a European person in my home language and I understood 90% of the conversation. This is really weird for me, because I’m African and she is European and our languages are compatible. Really weird, but also great! We had to grills at the party fired up and it still took me three and a half to four hours to finish the meat. God, there was so much meat and I have to say myself it was really good as well. We could have fed an orphanage with the amount of meat that was there. It was the first time I didn’t burned Heather’s veggie patty (goat food). The party was really good and afterwards I realised that I would only have 2 hours of sleep before going to work. So, I decided that I will rather stay up and go directly to work.

Sunday, I got back at home around 1pm, warned out. I decided that my best option was to go to bed and so I did. Uma called me at 3pm and then I went to the beach. I needed to go, because I had to smuggle with her mind so that I can use her TV since I bought a DVD player on Saturday afternoon just to swatch some of my girl’s favourite movies when she comes back on the 17th. Yip, it is definite now. She will fly on the 16th and will be in Mauritius on the 17th. ………..15 days!

Eventually I convinced Uma, but hey, who can resist me when I beg. Hehehehehehehe! Thanks girl, I really appreciate it! It’s at my house now and I will not give it back. On Friday my dear old German beer drinking buddy returned back to Germany. Claudia, I really miss you and it was a real pleasure knowing you. My friend, I hope all the best for you and keep it up. Your presence in Mauritius will definitely be missed, but I know you were glad to go back home. Enjoy da beer festivals back in Munich! God, I hate going to the Airport, especially departures. It’s like a hospital. You know there are sick people and you know that someone might be dying and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. It really fucking sucks!

I wonder how my other German buddy is doing. She hasn’t contacted me now in a while. Anne girl, are you still alive? What’s up bru? Don’t tell me that you are busy, because I heard you keep in touch with your other friends, but you forgot about me. It’s OK, I know now where my priorities are. You opened my eyes. Just kidding gal! Timo and Hoobsy, how are you guys? Any new developments in the land of milk and honey? Then there is my Bangladeshi friend, Fiz. Did you disappear of the face of the earth? Nah, I think my deshi friend has a girlfriend now and she keeps him occupied 90% of the time. I really hope my theory is true. Fiz my boy, drop a couple of lines to inform us about your doings!

Edina, you really make me happy and I really miss you so much. I know it is only 15 days to go, but that is still so fucking long. Girl, I hope you get better soon. You really got me worried there for a moment. My heart and thoughts are with you and I need you to smile for me. Bisous my dear!

I See Dead People!

2005-04-22T16:32:00.000+04:00

Don’t worry, I’m not crazy or I wasn’t born with a helmet! The born with a helmet is actually a term directly translated from Afrikaans which is “gebore met die helm” and they say that there are some people who are born with a thin layer of skin that covers their brains and this allows them to see ghosts and spirits. Wow, weird shit!

This term came to mind, because it came from one of my girls’ favourite movies namely “The Six Sense” and it is probably the way I feel right now. I am so much under pressure and I just get shit from all over. It feels that I can not handle all of it anymore and believe me when I say it goes in the one ear and out of the other. I really can not handle your crap anymore, so the best is to find someone who really wants too. This is not aimed at anyone specific and it doesn’t mean that anyone did something to offend me, but I can not even handle small arguments and if it comes my way, I can promise you, I will explode and I guarantee you that you will not like what you are going to see. Now that is out of the way!

Next on the agenda! The good news is that my girl will return on the 13 May, arriving at 10 o’clock on the Friday morning. Süsse, I miss you so damn much and be strong for your special spinner. God, I’m so damn happy and now I can start focussing what needs to be done, before you come, to give us more free time and the weird thing (I’m not superstitious, but I hope no black cat will come my way) is that it is on Friday, the 13th May 2005. I hope this is not a bad sign! So, on every posting you will see the final countdown starting from today……..21 Days to go…….

The sad thing is that Claudia, my German beer drinking buddy is leaving next Friday at 23:20 Mauritian Time and tonight is our last Friday night house BBQ with her. This girl can drink and she is so much fun to hang out with. Claudia, thanks for everything! You are a great gal and KEEP IT UP. BAVARIA RULES and the October Festival and Munich will see me someday, I promise. I will contact you when I’m in town.

Then there is my friend Nachi “spelled in Afrikaans as NAARTJIE” aka Ghunda, Khuli, little Indian, little shit and what ever else. Bru, don’t let that small things bother you so much. They are for breeding, not to play with. Hehehe, don’t ever leave such comments on other blogs! I’ll break your neck! My boy is leaving childhood now, but not yet a grown up. That only comes legally at the age of 21, brother. 1 more year to go! I know it is only on the 27th, but the Bday party is for this weekend and arranged by Jess and the Northern American gang. The birthday wish, uhm, I hope everything will grow to the correct size. Hehehehe!

Otherwise, nothing new in town. I heard that there are 2 new German girls coming to town. Uhmmmm! Shit, the same day as my girl. Oh god, why now? Baby, just kidding, promise! I wonder if they can drink as much beer as Claudia. No way, no one can drink as much beer as Claudia. Sorry dad, this chick can beat you by a mile. Hehehehehehe! Then there is another return to the island! I only met him now for the first time, but he seems cool. Ladies, it is mister Hollywood filmmaker from California. Bru, just fooling around! He is a filmmaker from California, as said previously, and he left the island in January 2005, I think. Man, I hope I got your name right. Nate! Please correct me if I’m wrong. I’m not good with names on the first date, sorry!

So, tonight we will have an old style German BBQ at my house. First time in 4 weeks I think and then afterwards, hopefully if I can still stand, Buddha. I’m ready for a great party tonight. I really need one. To all my other friends out there, guys, have a marvellous weekend and shag those damn chicks in Europe. Leave some for me, please! Ladies, enjoy your weekends and may you all have some satisfaction or another. Be safe, Be clean, stay high and fly high, touch the sky! Guys, look at the southern cross in the sky tonight and you will know that I’m thinking of you all.

BEST WISHES FROM DA MOST INCREDIBLE ISLAND IN DA WORLD

The Criminal Posting to the Newspaper! (The true reflection)

2005-04-22T16:30:00.000+04:00

Dear Sirs,

We are Sandrine Micossé, 24, and Claudia Weber, 28, two German students studying Fine Arts at the MGI / University of Mauritius. The following event happened to us on Friday the 17th April 2005:

We were walking down Kestrel Street in Flic en Flac at around 8.30 pm because we were invited to a classmate’s party in the surrounding area. We did not know the exact address so we were searching for the house. Suddenly two men in a pickup stopped, saying they were the police and that we should not be afraid and asking us where we were going. We told them that we were looking for a friend’s house but did not know where exactly it was. The driver told us that we should not walk alone on that particular street for it would be too dangerous.

We asked him how we should get to our friend’s house without walking to it then. The man said that we should have a man around to protect us. We told him that we were old enough to look after ourselves. He said that it would not be a question of age, so we asked him whether it would be a question of gender then. He said that it was a question of security because this was a dangerous place and that they could bring us to the house of our friend. We repeated that we did not know the exact address and that we just wanted to have a look around to see if we could find it. We knew that the house must be somewhere nearby.

He asked us then what we would do if we could not find the place. We answered that in this case we would call another classmate who might know where the house was. Otherwise, we could go to a bar nearby where we were supposed to meet a friend, Gordon van den Heever, who is living in Flic en Flac, at around 10 pm. The driver forced us to call our classmate immediately. So we did, but he could not help us. Unfortunately the girl who had invited us to the party did not have a mobile phone so we could not call her either.

Still the two men did not want to leave us alone, so we asked the driver if they did not have anything else to do and if we could not just go. The man got angry and threatened that he would take us to the police station in Flic en Flac. We asked him why, because we were not aware of having committed any crime and asked him whether it was officially illegal to walk down the street at that particular time.

The driver said again that it would be just a question of safety. We told him that we would not need any help and that we would take responsibility for ourselves. We also told him that we were both coming from bigger cities in Germany and that we were used to walking around alone, even late at night in much more dangerous spots. (In the meantime we were trying to call Mr. van den Heever.) The man got even angrier now and asked us for our names and addresses. So we asked them if they could prove that they were real police officers at all, for they did not wear uniforms and their car was a civil one. Only then did they show us one badge that furthermore did not belong to the man who talked to us, but to the other one. So we gave them what they had asked for.

Then the driver apparently called the Flic en Flac police station, and suddenly a real police car arrived. The man told us that we would have to go to the police station now so that they could verify our addresses. He ordered us to get into the police car, which brought us to the station. The police officers there asked us again several times for our names, addresses, professions and what we were doing in Flic en Flac. The whole time they were asking us also for our home numbers because they wanted to talk to somebody who could confirm that the addresses we gave them were correct (and who could take responsibility for us). Only after repeating that they could not reach anyone at our places, for we were not at home, did they understand.

Apparently the man without a uniform wrote something like a report into a black book at the same time. We kept on answering their questions, while still trying to call Mr. van den Heever. Then we asked for the names and numbers of the police officers who were on duty at the station at that time. They asked us the reason for wanting this information, and we said that we wanted to verify with our lawyer whether what they were doing was legal or not. The man who had arrested us took the speaker of the station’s phone and told us to call our lawyers immediately, which we did not, but we insisted on getting the names and numbers.

Instead of giving us this information, one of the police officers let us know that this was the police station of Flic en Flac and that the people surrounding us were police officers.
We called another friend in Quatre Bornes in order to find out where Mr. van den Heever might be. She did not know either but the man without a uniform wanted to talk to her and we had to pass him our mobile phone. We were sitting outside smoking by then, while the officers were discussing inside. After a while they asked us to sign a statement in their report book saying that now we knew that the people who arrested us were policemen, that we were satisfied and that we would not have any complaint. They also told us that we could leave after signing this, so we signed. The man without a uniform left.

The police officers told us then that we could not leave, but that we would have to wait until someone picked us up. Thus, we kept on trying to phone Mr. van den Heever to get us, but still could not get in touch with him. Then our friend from Quatre Bornes called us back and told us that she had been ordered to come and pick us up. They arrived after another 20 minutes. The police officer wanted to make her sign the same statement as we did, but she refused, and also asked for the numbers and names of the policemen in service at that time. At last she got some of the names: p.c Manoowaloo and p.c Clément and we were allowed to leave with her.

When we finally met Mr. van den Heever in Flic en Flac about an hour later, he also went to the police station and tried to find out what happened (names and numbers), but did not get any information either. Supposedly the officers changed shift and no report containing our names could be found in the black book.

We find it important to say that we did not feel endangered at any time (until we got arrested), primarily because it was not late at night, and furthermore, there were many other people walking the streets without getting bothered as we did, some of them even being children.

We wish to emphasize again that it was not possible to get any valuable law-based information about the reason for our arrest. We could not find out whether the driver of the civil car was a policeman or not. We fear that the only reason for our arrest was being women walking down a street in the dark without a male companion, and refusing to accept a supposed-to-be-police-officer’s unnecessary help.

Finally we are still annoyed about this whole incident especially about the behavior of the man who had arrested us. We hope that this report will contribute to prevent that any other women in Mauritius would have to stand the same situation as we did.

Sincerely yours,

Sandrine Micossé
Claudia Weber

Criminals on Our Hands!

2005-04-16T16:15:00.000+04:00

Friday started off pretty well for me. It felt that this could definitely be the weekend that things will return back to normal. What the fuck was I thinking? Murphy’s Law! You think that everything will be OK again, but something needs to happen to put you one step back. It feels that this shit will just carry on, on and “nogmals” on.

I started the evening off in a really good party mood. After work, I decided to drop by at Jess’s place and see what they were up too. As I came around the corner from her house, I saw Uma coming down the street, heading for home. As a gentleman, I decided to offer a ride, but I couldn’t get many words in when she barged out telling me that she went all the way to Jumbo to get a bottle of AMARULA and it cost Rs800.00. So she decided to leave it. Greg’s girl told her, last week, that a bottle was around the 300 mark, but I warned her the previous night that South African alcohol is around the 800 mark in Mauritius. I told her that she must get in the truck and that we should go to Shoprite and get a bottle. She refused at first, but I convinced her eventually. Who can resist my charm? I knew she really wanted to drink it again and I felt really oblige to make her happy. I think she was happy! I wonder how much AMARULA is left.

Anyway, I set off to Kenzibar for the hamburger special. I really wanted this hamburger for a while now and I decided that I will do anything in my power to get it. God, this is a great hamburger! Real beef patty with onions, cheese and then my own special little add-on, Genuine Kenzi Recipe Black Pepper Sauce. My friends were so impressed, with this burger, that they decided to get it for themselves. Oh yeah baby, this is real good food! Afterwards, Bruce (my new South African friend) and I decided to swallow a couple of beers before we go to Buddha. We got so stuck in that moment that we lost track of time. I was supposed to meet Sandrine and Claudia around 10pm at Buddha, but I was only couple of minutes late. I’m sorry. The thing is I decided to leave both my mobile phones in the car, because I didn’t want to receive any messages or calls.

We decided to leave Kenzi around 10:15pm and as I got in the car I saw that I had 32 missed calls and 6 messages on both phones. I saw it was from Heather, Jess, Uma, Sandrine and a couple of not listed numbers. I read the messages and the first one gave me a fright. It reads: “Saundrine had been arrested, call us!” Fuck, I called her at once and she told me that she was at Buddha and she will tell me the whole story once I arrived. This is how the story goes.

Sandrine and Claudia walked down the main road, in Flic en Flac, around 8pm when some fucking idiot of a Mauritian policeman stopped next to them and asked them to come with him to police station. Clever Sandrine asked him for proof of his identification and they got in. The car was not marked as a police vehicle and the cop was in civilian clothing. Anyway, he took them to the Flic en Flac police station where they were questioned. They didn’t want to release them until someone came and fetched them. This was going on for about an hour and half. They tried to get hold of me, but I was unfortunately unreachable. I’m sorry girls, if I only knew! Jessica and Havish came all the way from Quatre Bornes to release them. The cops told them that they will not release them until they signed a paper stating that they will not submit a formal complaint after the incident. They signed it, but luckily, Jessica decided that she will not sign anything. Great thinking girl! The cops told them that they were holding them in custody for their own safety. What fucking horse shit is this? What the fuck did this dumb fucking uneducated fucking African cunts think? Jesus, this is a case of human right abuse. They can get so fucked up by the local or international justice system; it is really not even funny. Sandrine asked them for their names, but they refused. Why?

After this story and a couple of beers, my blood was boiling. This will be the night that they would have locked me up and threw away the keys. I decided to go to the police station and find out what the fuck was going on. Know that the station in Flic en Flac is the tourism division. They are supposed to look out for our safety, not abusing our human rights. I really think that this was a case of the typical Mauritian mentality. When I got there, man, I could have grabbed the closest cunt to the counter and fucking strangled him to death. But no, very politely I told them that two of my friends were arrested around 8-8:30pm and I demanded an explanation. This idiot looked in his book and told me that no such thing happened. God, then I told them if they want to cover up their in fucking competence, that they should really fucking think about there future. I demanded to speak to the senior officer in charge of this station and at first; they didn’t understand what I was saying. Then I explained to them that there needs to be a senior person in charge of this office at all times. “The BOSS for the night you dumb fuckers“. This guy told me he was in charge and he can not share any info with me. If I need to submit a formal complaint, I should contact the complaint centre in Rose Hill. I asked him for the contact number and he replied with that I need to go to the police station, but only in the morning. He doesn’t have any telephone numbers for me. He said they changed shift an hour before and that they knew nothing. I told him that every incident needs to be recorded. This guy tried to cover his steps so far and I just wanted to strangle this bastard. Fuck, I was boiling. So I walked out and told them that I will fucking see them in court. Fuck them! Ahhaaaa………..!

Anyway, I returned back to Buddha and then decided that I need a good dose of alcohol to calm this GRIZZLY down. Man, Bruce spent a lot of money. This guy was just buying and buying alcohol and San just supplied me with free beer. We all got so fucking pissed. This was again one of those 04:30am mornings. I was so drunk and tired. We met another guy from Denmark, a young guy around 19 or 20 years old. A really nice guy I might add. We had a really interesting conversation with him about almost everything. The only thing was that he pissed me off earlier at Kenzibar, when he walked up to me and said that it sounds that I’m from Great Britain. Fuck bru, is my accent that bad. I hate those British bastards! S O U T H A F R I C A. Please, do not insult me again, because we will have problems. Then again, they guy was not bad at all.

PS: Bruce, man, leave Claudia alone. She is spoken for and she loves her boyfriend. She said so!

This morning my head felt so heavy. 200kg of dead weight! I slept through most of my babalaas and then I decided to come to work. Man, life sucks and on top of all this shit, I miss my girl immensely. I just wish she was here. But hey, we’ll see!

You guys have my support for tonight. Tell me what’s going on!

Da Weekend Greetings!

2005-04-15T14:45:00.000+04:00

Well. It's friday again! Hopefully it will not be another sad, sad weekend like the others before. Plans for tonight, well I don't know yet. Normally, weekends were planned out for me like 2 to 3 weeks in advance, but now I need to settle back into society. Like you all know that my time here is getting very short indeed. This means that my project is moving into the final stage and this is where all the shit starts to happen.

Pipe leaks, power failure, etc. but I really don't want to bore you guys with shit like this. My commissioning engineer will arrive tomorrow and then we do slave labour the way we know best. All that I'm trying to say is that this friday night will probably be the last heavy party night for about 1 month. Really can not afford to have headaches at work on the weekend. So, tonight I will go BIG! Drink like a fish is the name of the game!

I really felt good this morning when my beautifull girl sent me a sms last night. I was in a very depro state when I went to bed, but she made my day. Thanks girl, I miss you and think of you an aweful lot. Come back soon, will you? Yeh, got I real surprise last night when my great super boss from Johannesburg phoned me and told me she is in Mauritius. What a surprise! I wonder if she maybe came to check on me. Uhmmmm! I wonder! The good news is that she was really impressed with my performance over the past 3 months, since my take-over from Dirk. I feel really proud of my work and I'm doing this because I know a lot of people will benefit from this. The other good news is that I have received a BOTTLE OF REAL SOUT AFRICAN / JAMAICAN RUM. RED HEART! Sweet surrender, I just can't wait to get to home and start swollowing this bottle. This is REAL Jamaican rum that is bottled, under license, in South Africa. This is really good and this can make me happy.

My boss was really shocked when she saw me this morning. Her direct words was: "My god, what happen to you? Did that German girl swallow all your body flueds or what?" Ironic, that was Jess's words as well. Well, I know the recipe how to loose 20kg really quick. This is how it goes. Find yourself in a very stressfull position at work for a period longer than 2 months. Find yourself a girl and fall in love, not knowing if she'll ever return or not. Drink a lot of alcohol, coke and smoke 2 packets of cigarettes a day (Mauritian 555 Normal works, believe me! I've done it.). You'll find that you loose your appetite and will eat only when your body tells you that you need to eat now or you will drop dead. To be quite honest, I feel really good except for missing my girl so damn much.

Other good news is that my dad told me our rugby team is kicking ass back home in the Super 12 season. It is already halfway now and we topped the number one position of all the South African Teams. GO BULLS! But that fucking New Zealanders is just so fucking big and strong. Don't worry boys, TRI-NATIONS will come soon!

So the plans for tonight! Uhm, the two german girls that is left on the island will probably come over and we will drink 'till late. My beer buddy will come and visit me again, yippee! Budah will make a couple of bugs out of us tonight, that's for shure! Hope there will be a lot of people, because I need people around me and I'm feeling that I'm returning to my old self again.

For the others that I will not speak to again before next week, Guys, hope you will have an incredible weekend and keep that alcohol flowing. I know the german boys have a shuttle party back home. Enjoy and leave some gals for me when I come and visit! The North American group and Indian tag along, guys enjoy your night with the locals at SAXO and tell that dum fucking Mauritian to fill up the car before he come and fetch you guys. Then there is my dear friend Anne, gal, try to enjoy this weekend and hope to hear from you next week. My Bangladeshi friend, Fiz, what's up brotha from anotha motha! Enjoy your weekend. Leave those virgins alone. You need to love them if you want to sleep with them. Joking, bru! Enjoy! Last but not least, Edina, enjoy your weekend and let me know how things are going. I know it is hard, but have faith and be strong. I know that I will miss you and will think of you all the time!

'Till next week,

World, Meet Miss Edina Schneider!

2005-04-14T15:08:00.000+04:00

World, I present to you my gorgeous girl. Now you all know why my heart is so broken. Forget how she looks, you really need to get to know her and then you'll know what I'm talking off! Sweet child of mine!

2005-04-14T15:06:00.000+04:00

Edina, just before she returned to Germany. Just look at that SMILE! She seemed very happy, don't you guys think?

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Isn't she gorgeous? I never thought a girl could capture my heart and mind like Edina did. I truly miss you dearly my girl! Come back home SOON and on the other hand, SOON is not quick enough!

Not Something For The Faint Hearted!

2005-04-14T13:55:00.000+04:00

Don't ever loose your touch in life. Keep focussed to what is important to you!

2005-04-14T13:53:00.000+04:00

Should this be TRUE?

In This Moment.........!

2005-04-14T13:25:00.000+04:00

* Yeah, what can I say? This was really something I wanted to do for a very long time, but never had the reason for it. I felt that I needed change and like someone once told me: “I know that change is necessary. I believe that change is good, but I’m just so afraid what happens after this change!” I can honestly say I am pretty much impress with my change. I like it a lot and I do not care if anyone else doesn’t. As long as I’m happy with it, right?. God, that 4 hour art session was really painful, but I think it was worth the wait and pain. What do you guys think?

Suspended Memories!

2005-04-12T10:00:00.000+04:00

This posting is a tribute to someone very close to my heart, someone very special, someone who showed me what is living for, someone I might never see or speak to again!

Coming to this small island, hidden between volcanic rock and coral reef in the Indian Ocean, I promised myself that if there is one thing I need to do, it will definitely be to find myself again. Stashed away underneath piles and piles of calculations, designs and serious documentation, I needed to find the person who used to be happy, but somehow lost it in a way that he never realized possible. As you all know, my life dramatically change after a serious car accident that occurred about two and a half years ago. Luckily I recovered in full, but I feel that I crossed over! Knowing who I was and knowing me now, I thank the big old man up there for creating me, life and a mind that I can use to decide for myself between right and wrong.

My adventure started off by completing a project that I got involve with about three and a half years ago. Soon, the focus shifted to a view that was even more satisfying then seeing this project through to the completion stage. The focus shifted to identifying the true value of people. People that are very close to my heart and people that had all the ordinary problems. Sometimes I was part of the problem, but most of the time only observing their behavior. I believe that everyone has a story to tell and this started to fascinate me in a way that I never could resist again. Trying to understand their way of thinking, where they came from, their history, their dreams and their goals. In more than one way, by observing my friends, I changed my opinion about life, the reason for living and trying to define the reason for my existence.

Introduced to so many people from different nationalities, I discovered that your own life story is so different, but yet so similar. Meeting all my German friends here on the island changed my life drastically. Timo and Hubert showed me the way how to appreciate true friendship. Man, was I devastated when I heard that they returning at the end of January 2005. I had to learn to deal with the situation. It was really hard for me to accept their disappearance off the island, but now I understand the reason for my sadness. We had to reunite the little friend crew that were left behind. Jess decided to organize a day at the beach the day after their departure. Man, was I glad I went. There I met the German girls. Edina, Romy and Sandrine. I will only pronounce their first names, ‘cause you really need to see how difficult it is to spell their last names.

If only I knew back then what I know right now! I do not believe at love at first sight, but when I met Edina I knew that this girl had potential. So much so that I even considered making life changing decisions to accommodate this girl in my life. I would never have even thought this way. I’m a guy that focuses on what I need to do, how I will get the job done and at what expense. This girl through my whole existence upside down! She really taught me how to open my heart again. This was not possible before; because of a sad break up, 4 years ago, with a girl I thought was suppose to be my wife. An eight and a half year relationship that disintegrated because of a choice I made to move from Cape Town to Johannesburg. Today I know that break up was for the best, but it takes a while to accept responsibility for your actions.

She came so quickly in my life, but left with a bang! I hardly had a chance to find out her likes & dislikes, her favorite movie, band, song, shoe size, beverage, place, etc. On her last day here, we decided to write each other’s contact details and an A4 size page full of useful information. And I have to rely on an A4 page, huh? I was really heartbroken after her departure and I still am. I just can not get use not being around her. Every day I come back home and hoping that maybe I will see her sitting on my couch smiling. You guys need to see her smile. God, the most beautiful smile I’ve seen in my life. I always thought the way to my heart is via my stomach, but no, it was just good enough when she smiled. There is nothing in the world I want more then to see her smile just one more time. That will make me the happiest man alive.

We have some real issues to sort out before there ever could be a happy ending, but I guess it is worth the wait. I’ll rather just see her happy, even if it means that she is not with me at all. She is really a great girl, with a great smile I might add, and she truly deserves happiness. The sad thing is that we are kept apart against our will and then to make even more difficult, there is the factor of insecurity. I’m sorry girl for putting you under so much pressure; it is because of the fear not seeing you again. I have great difficulty to accept this factor, but I guess time will heal all wounds! I know it is a good thing to take a time out in order for us to set the priorities straight again, but it is just so fucking hard. The best advice that you could give me was to “imagine the day when us meet at the airport again, then I’ll be happy again”. That really brings a sigh of relief, but the insecurity is still very tempting. There is nothing we can do, but then to wait and see.

What I want to tell you tonight is; it doesn’t matter what was said in the past. If you want to come back, just pack your bags and come! We really owe it to ourselves to find out what this relationship really means. I just want to tell you that I miss you so damn much. I miss you touching me. I miss your smile. I miss you laughing. I even miss you dirtying my house, but hey, what does the cleaner get paid for? You know what I mean. I will love the day to see her walking back into the house and she sees that you’re back. I think she will break the land speed record in 5 seconds flat. My best friend, Lionel, wrote these beautiful words just for you. Enjoy and know that I always think of you.

HELLO!

I’ve been alone with you inside my mind
and in my dreams I’ve kissed your lips a thousand times.
I sometimes see you passing outside my door.
Hello, is it me you looking for?
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile.
You are all that I ever wanted
and my arms are opened wide.
‘Cause you know just what to say
and you know just what to do.
And I want to tell you so much that I love you.

I long to see the sunlight in your hair
and tell you time and time again how much I care.
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow.
Hello, I just got to let you know.
‘Cause I wonder where you are
and I wonder what you do.
Are you somewhere feeling lonely
or does someone love you?
Tell me how to win your heart
for I haven’t got a clue.
But let me start by saying I love you.

Hello, is it me you are looking for?
‘Cause I wonder where you are
and I wonder what you do.
Are you somewhere feeling lonely
or does someone love you?
Tell me how to win your heart
for I haven’t got a clue.
But let me start by saying I love you.

Edina, great gal, Keep it up. Rock the world alive, ‘cause you know you can!

The Never Ending Story!

2005-04-05T06:25:00.000+04:00

Well, it seems now like I have a lot of spare time on my hands, so I will keep my loyal readers updated with the happenings in Mauritius.

Yeah, like you all know last week was one of my hardest weeks EVER! I really hope this will not happen again. Seriously, I really think it was worth getting my heart broken over a girl that is so genuinely loveable in the true sense of the word. She’s definitely coming back and I will probably have a date by Friday. Thumbs Up!

The sad part is that now my other friends are starting to leave as well. Will this shit ever stop? This crap wasn’t supposed to happen to me. I was suppose to be off this island 4 days ago and look at me, I’ve have to do luckily a maximum stint of 3 months. So that means that on the day I leave, I was here a total of 12 months non-stop. In some ways it is very sad not to be at home, but I think there is always a reason for everything in life. I think it’s meant to be for me to stay another 3 months, because my girl will come back in more or less 1 month and we will definitely have the greatest time together for a total of 2 months together and hopefully alone. Lucky, HUH!

Back to the sad part, my best friend (unfortunately French), Clyde Lanson, left on Sunday for Rodriquez Island and will return in 2 weeks time. He will stay here for another 2 weeks and then off again to Madagascar for 6 weeks. He will return again for 2 weeks and then he’ll be off to France. This is one of the greatest guys you’ll ever meet. This is without saying that his girlfriend, Beatrice, is just as good if not better. Guys, you are truly great friends and thanks for the support and wisdom that you supplied me with. I wish you a fabulous trip and you guys truly deserved it. Man, I hope to see you soon in Mexico, but I definitely have to sort out my own life.

Then there is Greg, buddy, I think you made the right choice by going home. I really think we as South African boys, can take hard knocks, but sometimes you have to except when your time has come. Fuck, I’ll miss that heavy drinking sessions and you are a great guy. I do not know how the fuck you made 4 years here, bru. I’m here for only a quarter of your time and it becomes very fucking lonely. I mean lonely in the way of that real Saturday afternoon parties at your chomma’s place watching the rugby, Castle in the hand and a couple of good pieces of meat on the Braai. Afterwards hit to the clubs and just getting even more wasted. You are so fucking lucky bru, but I know it will be hard for you to say good bye to this island, I mean HOME. The good thing is that you can always come back for what ever reason.

I would hate to see the others go, but I know we only have been put on this island to learn from one another. Here is a short list of people going:

1. Greg, 14th April - my SA boytjie
2. Claudia, end of April – my German beer drinker friend. Man, you definitely kick butt!
3. Heather, end of May – Miss O’Canada, shit bru, this will be another sad, sad loss.
4. Sandrine, June (as far as I know) – Bru, I will really miss our talks about development and it was really interesting to know you and all your friends. You are truly an inspiration for us all. Great Gal, go find your life again in Berlin.
5. Me, end of June – Sorry to say, but YIPPEE! I really know this will be one of my saddest days EVER, but our story needs to go on and have to be told one day.
6. Jess, end of July/August – American, bru, go fuck up those trade unions around the world. And world, sorry to say, this American will be on your case. You can run, but definitely will not be able to hide from this chick. Hehehehe!

This is really a sad posting, but I need to follow the calendar very closely to make sure I do not forget to tell the people in my life, THANKS. We all had our moments, but nevertheless, it is really great to know that such great people exist and it gives me more motivation to pack my bags in a couple of months and tackle the DEEP. DEEP AFRICA. I will promise you one thing! If you promise to stay in contact, I will do it as well. I’m truly a man of my word and no bullshit exists. I would like to blot down a couple of my greatest moments so far on the island:

- 1st July 2004 – Putting my feet on this small, but incredible island.
- Putting my feet on the plant that I’ve designed. La Marie, Vacoas.
- Reunite with Dirk and meeting Rieta, Dylon, Rieta’s mother, Cliff and the family.
- Wednesdays, Friday and Saturdays at Kenzibar and meeting OLIVIER.
- Meeting Clyde, Beatrice, Carroll, Gordon and Des
- Starting Kite surfing
- Meeting Harry Snowball, Greg, my great South African Friends.
- My DSTV Installation, end of September 2004.
- Meeting Annelize and Phil, Great South African and UK friends.
- Meeting Michael (I think his first name is Ganesh) and Chameema.
- Meeting Jess, Heather, Timo, Hubert, Joel, Nachi and my Bangladeshi friend, Nafiz. (Bru, got it right this time, hey!)
- The South African Divers. There are so many of you and you know who you are. Marc, Louis and the rest.
- Meeting Edina, Sandrine, Romy and Claudia
- Promoted to Project Manager
- Getting my truck.
- Moving into my house
- Meeting my great German buddy and her ugly car, Anne Scharlow. Bru, you rocked my world! Green Island and porch parties! I like the waterfront. Dumpster girl, hehehehehe!
- Great fucking parties at my house and afterwards at Budha and meeting SAN. Thanks for the free beer. You know definitely how to keep men happy. The chicks could learn a thing or 2 from you.
- Meeting Uma, my American Hindi friend. Hope you get your surfboard, car and house soon. Yeah, she moving to my old flat. Remember, it was mine first.
- Signing my Tanzanian contract, that was my first big step. Future, here I come.
- Meeting my two female German friends, Julia and Nikki. Guys, you are great. Enjoy Berlin.
- Loosing 20kg's in just 2 months, Fuck, I think I look and feel good.
- But the best of all, I want to mention it again. Meeting Edina Schneider and all the historical places. We definitely fit, because of the adventure spirit in us (You know what I mean in this moment). Baby, you are definitely my dream girl. Just wish we could have spent the whole time together. Thanks for just being you! See you in one month, YIPPEE!

If I left anything out, Please let me know. There were so many great things that happened here, but I only have so much space and a very small memory. Guys for everything, I know it is a while for me to go, but THANKS for Everything. Leave me comments of your greatest moments spent with me. Please, fighting is not classified as grearest moments!

Friday Night Fever!

2005-04-03T05:30:00.000+04:00

Just a short notice. My good old Green Island porch buddy (from Germany) has joined the blogger community. Guys, check her site out and comment. Anne Scharlow, keep it up girl. At least I can keep track of your life even though we are so far apart. And for all the others that wondered how to join, find the attached link. It is free to register, but takes only a bit of effort to tell us what's going on in your life on a weekly basis. Here's the link. Register! It's free! Start Blogging!

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It is unbelievable to think that if you have more free time, you still find that you do not have much to do. It is Saturday afternoon and I’m sitting at home, rehabilitating from the Friday night before. This time it was different from the other entire wild Friday nights before. No wild party, no drunken stories and no humiliation at all. In one way or another, it feels kind of refreshing. It was the first Friday without my girl and it was depressing. Difficult to go to places where I know we had fun. I‘m not ready to have fun without her, but I need to try and release some of this pain. At least I’ve received all these great complements about my weight. To be honest, I feel great loosing 20kg in just two months. Don’t worry; I do eat, but only when I’m hungry. See, change again! This is not a hunger strike, it’s just a phase that I have to go through and I will be careful.

I’ve been told that change is good. Could that be really true? I think it depends from what perspective you look at it. Why do I find it so hard to except change? It could be only something small that’s different, but I still need time to cope with that. I guess it’s because I grew up in an environment where routine was the name of the game. I think as well that is why I find Mauritius so fascinating. Different people, different situations at any given moment!

Friday was a very difficult day for me. My girl was in a very cold Germany (so I’ve been told that Germany was very cold this time of year) and it’s been 1 week after her departure and there is sudden change in mood swings, for me it is and it is not normal. One day she convinces me of her true undying love and the next, I can only wonder. She guaranteed me of her return to Mauritius, but still I feel that it might only be a dream. I do not know what to believe anymore and it isn’t because of what she has said. It is probably just because she came so quickly in my life, changed all rules and regulations and left with a bang. I think I still did not get to grip with the fact that she wanted to be with me. Why do you want to be with me?

Defying the rules of attraction, I noticed that the connection between us were very strong and true. But could this be enough? Could this be what I think I might change my future for? I have to rely on feeling and this method is very new to me, especially when it comes to women. Previously, it would take me a while to understand a persons feeling, believes, hopes and dreams. I would do my final analysis and then go for the kill. Firstly, become very good friends and then later maybe a bit more. This was different then before. From the start, it felt like I’ve known her for ages and it just felt right. It fitted! It had to be that one in a million girls that comes only ones in a blue moon!

This relationship started off as probably a one night stand and the following moment it was like we were connected for life and we can not release. Man, my dad always said that I shouldn’t crack my head over some girl, because there are many fish in the sea. But, I can not release this one. What now? I was told that time will tell, but I feel I can not stay away for one more day and that I do not have “TIME” anymore. I know that I should not rush the issue, but waiting is just so fucking hard and my insecurity just grow stronger on a daily basis.

I’ve tried an option to not contact her (with no success off coarse), but I just couldn't do it. She just throw a message and then my knees crumble again. She is really such a great person with feeling. That is really all that I ever wanted. It's kind of weird on occasions when one of us have a bad day and the other needs reassurance of the commitment. I’ve assured her of my commitment (no matter what happens and I want her to believe me), but I can not help feeling that she will forget about me. We can always work on the details at a later stage. I want her to come back home and be with me. I even tried to break this relationship (because I knew it's going to be very hard to break), 4 times actually, but neither of us wanted to break. I think we found the good in each other and we probably need to explore the possibilities in greater. That is probably the only way we will ever know if we are really ment for one another. I think it was really that incredible for us to hook up.

I guess only time will tell. I like to be in control and it feels like this complicated issues are only floating in the air and it is so not like me. I think I probably ask all these questions because of the fear of loosing her, but I have to admit, I care so much about her that I’ll probably wait for her to come back. Even though, it might not be in 6 weeks time. Thinking with my head now and not my heart, I hope if she comes back, the only reason for it to be is to explore my heart and not to leave again leaving me with all this uncertainties and complications. I hope and pray it will not be just another 6 week fling. If so, she can stay just where she is right now and forget about me. The pain will be easier now to loose her, then to loose her in 3 months time and expecting so much more. I hope you guys agree with me on this one!

I know it is probably boring to hear about my personal problems, but hey, this is my blog and my personal diary and I will do with it what I want. If you don’t agree, LEAVE A COMMENT OR CALL A FRIEND THAT CARES! Just kidding, this is the issues I need to deal with right now, so, this is what you’ll be hearing until I feel that I can not complain anymore. Good news just arrived via Deutchstland Mobile, she spoke to someone about us. Man, I think it is a good step in the right direction. Really would like to know what was said!

The Feeling of True Affection!

2005-04-01T00:48:00.000+04:00

Yeah, now I’m back in business and I think it’s time to let all my friends out there know what’s going on in my life? The past 3 weeks was really incredible and I would like to say to all my friends out there that I’m sorry I didn’t spend so much time with you guys lately, but I had to sort out my own life and get myself back to a level of happiness so that I could transfer that happiness across to you guys. It’s all about positive and negative energy fields that surround our spiritual auras.

Now that’s what I call in capital letters as “NUTS”, but don’t worry, I’m not. I’m just a very happy man on a very little island with so much to live for right now. Think about it for one second. When you are a happy man/woman, all your friends around you can feel it on, maybe not consciously, but definitely sub-consciously. I believe happiness is contagious. This is not because you care about your friends (maybe it counts for something, but more for sympathy then anything else), but it is all SPIRITUAL my dear friends. Happiness is the tool that determines your health, mind and most of all, luck. In life, I believe anyone can create their own luck. Think about it this way. Have you ever noticed when something really goes bad in your life and it contributes to a lot of pain and sadness, it feels like that nothing can go your way at all. Look at it vice versus. Once something goes right, it seems that you get more then you have bargained for. Weird, huh?

Since Edina left for Germany, I had the sad feeling not knowing if I’ll ever see her again. Fuck, that is really sad and I didn’t know how to deal with a situation that is so complicated. I’m an easy going young South African male who does not like complications. I think a knocked rock bottom within a couple of hours after her departure. I was locked in this big black hole filled with fear, pain and sadness. To make it even worse, on her way back, we stayed in contact the whole time between departures and arrivals and I knew she didn’t want to go and that she wasn’t ready to let me go. It was just so fucking hard. In one weird way, I actually hoped that she should stop making contact and I know it would’ve hurt, but I think I could’ve learned how to deal with the situation and at the same time, trying to release the feeling that bounded us in the first place. These thoughts only came to mind because I had the fear of not knowing if I would ever see her again and we both didn’t know what to make with this situation.

Luckily, we didn’t make that huge mistake of stop contacting one another. I think we fought a lot of battles and it feels like we have accomplished something very special. I can honestly say the feeling is much stronger, even if we are 10 000km apart. I’m a guy that does not believe in long distance relationships, but due to certain unspoken circumstances, we had to split and we have tested the strength of this relationship. I know it’s only 5 days now, but plans have been made to see one another again in the not so distant future. She will return to the island in the same week she finishes with her final exam (first week in May) and she will come and stay with me until I leave the island. We will both leave together to South Africa. There she will meet Gordon van den Heever, my life and everything about me. God, it feels absolutely great. Afterwards, our paths will be split up again. Hers is leading to Germany and mine to Tanzania. What will happen after that? I really do not know and I’m not going to break my head on it know. I think I will rather take it day by day and if it is really that special, then we can deal with it when the day comes. The following 3 months my dear old friends, I think, can only be so, so incredible. There are no words to describe this feeling that I have, but I can only imagine it could be better than eating a pure genuine South African steak.

On the other hand, the sad thing is that even she told me not to worry about anything. I can not help to feel still very insecure. Maybe she will come or maybe she was only saying the things she thought I would like to hear. I think I need to leave this one in the hands of faith, because I do not think I will be able to handle it when she tells me she does not want to see me again. Anything is possible and one month is still a very long time to change your mind, right? At least I think I know it is for certain she will come back. At least she tells me that every night. I just miss her so much and this girl took me knees out under me. This girl is really that special and I had a lot of girls before, but no one can come even close to Edina. Really, it is that special. Let’s wait and see what happens.

Thumbs up and I will keep all of you guys informed. Hope everything goes well and please, if you read my blog, post a comment.

Thumbs up, I'm heading for Gold!

2005-03-19T06:00:00.000+04:00

Well, I know I haven’t been faithful to all my readers out there. But hey, I’ve decided to update my blog now due to a special friend in Bangladesh. Bru, I really miss you the most. I’m so glad to have heard your voice this morning. I really hope that everything goes well and may all you dreams and goals turn to reality!

The past two to three weeks have been really hectic. At work, we are now officially late and now it’s crunch time. My bosses in South Africa are on my neck, idiots in Mauritius are trying to be clever just for the sake of saying something and my newly elected boss in Tanzania is yapping in my ear everyday to get my ass all over there in an instant. So, believe me when I say I’m very busy right now. On a social level, things are really going up and down.

For all of you out there that doesn’t know, I have a very special someone in my life and she’s returning back to Germany in a week’s time. Fuck, why does it always have to be me? No, I knew that she was leaving so soon, but everything happened so quickly. If you promise not to say anything to the German girls (Sandrine and the gang) I will tell you the story.

I’ve met Sandrine, Romi and Edina just after the German boys left. Guys, I miss you just as much. Jess organised a day on the beach in Flic en Flac and this is where my painful, but fantastic story starts. When I saw Edina, I knew this girl had potential. She fascinated me from the start, so much so that I invited her for dinner that night. The sad thing is she turned me down in a very generous way. I found out a couple of nights later that she was involved with someone and then I quitted the challenge. I really did! Parties at Buddah became priority 1 on Friday nights and believe me when I say that the alcohol consumption was of a high standard. I couldn’t drive back to Quatre Bornes anymore (learned my lesson with Jess) and so the German girls slept over at my place. Afterwards, parties at my new house became priority No.1 and then afterwards to Buddah to 04:30 on a very regular basis. What I didn’t know at the time was that my girl started to admire me, while her boyfriend was in town. After I found out about the boyfriend, I tried to keep the distance as far as possible and the conversation as short as possible.

Well, one night at Buddah, everything suddenly heated up dramatically. Apparently she and the boyfriend had a fight and of coarse that was none of my business and I couldn’t care much about it. Man, was that the best party I’ve had in a very long time. It was raining cats and dogs in Flic en Flac, so much so that that side of town was flooded and made the headline news on MBC. Everyone was tucked into Buddah with the shutters closed, the music was rocking, everyone drunk and the ladies freely available. I made out with four girls that night and I didn’t know one of them. Early morning, when Buddah came to a close, Edina and I had a very constructive conversation. Man, I would have taken her home that night. The fucking boyfriend was sitting across the bar minding his own business. Two things: Why would you fight with your girlfriend if she was that beautiful and why didn’t stand up and say something? The next morning, after sobering up, I reflected back on the night before, trying to find out what went wrong, because I really felt guilty and I have done nothing wrong. I’ve asked Sandrine a couple of nights later what was the story. After that, everything was back to normal.

The following Friday, was as usual. At my new place and then to Buddah. Man, this party went on to 07:30 the next morning. Can those German girls drink? OK, I admit. I couldn’t keep up, but remember that I started working on Friday from 06:00 in the morning and I went right through the night partying. That was really tiring! I decided to go to bed at 07:30 and I woke up at 11:00 and was off to work at 12:00. Genuine fucking babalaas! The South African Dream! I returned at around 16:00 and there were only two German girls left in the house. The others went to the beach. Jumped on the couch and slept for another hour or so. The others returned from the beach, took a shower and left. Edina and Claudia still sleeping and later decided to stay at my place the Saturday evening. So this is where this weird non approved affectionate relationship started. Even though she doesn’t want the others to know, I’m fine with it, ‘cause she is really a special lady, my lady I might add.

It’s going well now for about one week and I’ve never been so romantic in my life. This girl changed me and the best is she feels the same way. I’ve tried to accept this as a one night stand or a two week fling, but it really means more to both of us than just that. So, she moves in from tonight on and hope it will be the most amazing week in my life. I feel bad, ‘cause she still has a boyfriend back in Germany, but hey, what the fuck. I have lived long enough with all these rules that I created for myself and it’s about time that I feel needed in some way or another. If she goes back to him, I will be sad, but I’m not going to force the issue. I’ll leave it all up to her. If she comes back, well, than it’s meant to be, if not, then I’ll know. For now, I’m only enjoying great time with a great lady. I really like her a lot and I know she feels the same. Let see what happens! I’ll keep you inform!

For the others that knows us, please keep this to yourself and if it leaks out it will definitely means the end of our friendship. I trust you all as my friends and you know that I wouldn’t do anything to harm your relationships. I really like this girl and I wouldn’t like to see it ending before she leaves. After she’s gone, it will probably not make any difference. Just one week more.

Thanks for understanding.

Change of Plans!

2005-02-20T12:41:00.000+04:00

Blogs are a new, but an exiting, way for me to express my thoughts and feelings. What makes it even more exiting is probably the fact everyone on the net can read it, even though they don’t know me. I use it as my personal diary so that all my friends and family can know what’s happening, in my life, at this specific point in time.

It’s my 38th week on the island and NO. 37 was probably the most difficult period for me in a very long time. I can see clearly now the end is near (but still so far) and I can not wait to say good bye to a place that taught me so much, but at the same time, took so much of me. I’m just so glad that the previous week has now finally came to an end and next week will hopefully be a better one. This whole week was a fighting week, starting with the Frenchman last Saturday and real terrible work issues relating a provisional extension of time of at least 4 weeks and 8 million US big ones. Fucking nerve racking to say the least! On top of this I have social issues I need to deal with. I'm not use to wake up feeling sad, but I can not help it at all. For the past 2 weeks I can honestly say that I ate only 4 full plates of food. What the fuck is wrong with me. I mean, I love food!

These Mauritians argues just like children. It doesn’t matter from which nationality they have originated from, they are all the fucking same! Except my dear young friend Joel, but he’s a Rodricain (He keeps on telling me that.). I’m glad that they cancelled my 2 year stay here, because I would probably commit suicide or shoot someone. I think it’s probably because I’m use to open spaces (I can flee when everything becomes too much), but now I’m locked up a I can not leave until my work is completed.

Today was really an eye opener for me. It was the first Sunday, a first in probably 9 weeks, that I didn’t wake up with I babalaas (Afrikaans word for a headache caused by the drinking of the night before). I was in bed on Saturday night at 22:00. This was so unbelievably satisfying for once! Jess offered me to watch a movie with her, Heather and that small Indian and Joel offered me to go with him and the German gals to SAXO, but I already made plans with Clyde, my best buddy from France, to go and have supper at Chez Pepe. I guest that it was the perfect opportunity to reunite with them due to the fact that I haven’t been available for them lately. This will from now on change my dear friend!

I started cleaning my apartment (that little bastards of gecko’s, they shit all over the show) this morning and I received a phone call from Clyde asking me if I wanted to join them kite surfing today. I didn’t think twice, ‘cause I’ve been accepted back in the group and I missed doing what I love the most, kite surf. The wind came from I very unique direction, South West, but it was good enough to surf in Tamarin & Flicq en Flacq. We set off to Tamarin bay and when we finally reached the beach, it was fucking hot. Unpacked the goodies and set sail. After a couple of rounds, Clyde suggested that we should set sail from Tamarin all around to Flicq en Flacq and surf in front of his house. At first, I wasn’t too optimistic about the idea, but accepted it though it was one of his dreams. Off we went. Beatrice, his fiancée, raced all the way back home and met us after 1 hour sail. God, was I tired! At least I’m back into the game due to the fact that now I have extra spare time on hands.

It was really so refresh and satisfying. It was just so amazing to be alone on the big blue Indian Ocean, just you and your kite. Believe me when I tell you that I had enough time to think! Thinking of everything that went so quick so wrong. I lost control, myself and I was going to loose the people that meant the most to me when I was alone. How could this happen? My strongest trade is that I hold on to what is dear to me, but I didn’t see it fading. To tell you the truth, I need Clyde’s acceptance for some in-explainable reason. I’ve let him down for no reason what so ever and it came to my senses on Friday night. Now I know what I’ll be doing in December at least. He made me promise him that I’ll visit him in December in Mexico for at least 3 weeks. So Mexico, I’ll see you in December!

I was a bit of homesick & lonely this week and needed time to think what was important to me. It doesn’t mean if that I’m not smiling that I’m cross. It could mean that I might be sad. It’s not easy being me! This is the story of my heart. What I’m going to say is NOT directed to anyone or is the result of what anyone has done, but it’s just the way I feel. Firstly, I need to find myself again, because I feel dead inside. Burned out, mentally and physically! I stand for loyalty, reality, honesty and respect. I value true friendships, only if it means just hanging out. I do not need people to understand me; I only need them to appreciate me. I do not need to be in contest with any-one and I’m not here to suit your expectations. My intentions are not to harm anyone and if I can help it, I won’t. I like to see myself as a good old soul with only good intensions. I’ll never pretend and will ask if I need any help. I’ll go out of my way to see the people that are close to me, really happy. I do not play mind games and I do not participate in any mental wars. I do not care where you from and what you’ve done in the past, but I want you near and beside me. Do not spend all your time waiting for something that might happen, but realize what you have right now. Live life a day at a time! I do not need any distractions, but would rather prefer affection. You are either with me or against me. Rather smiles, then tears. Make love, not war. Rather friendship then enemies. Rather love then pain. Rather reality then dreams. Rather honesty then lies.

I wondered how my life got so confused. My dreams disappeared and I feel oblige to commit to the things that doesn’t mean anything to me. I do not know how to get my life back on track and the lessons of life became very dull. I need time to sort myself out with no questions asked. I think I really cared too much about everyone, except myself. I’m so sorry about my behavior this past week and I’ll make it up to guys. I promise!

Friends Forever!

A Crazy Thing Called Love!

2005-02-15T10:15:00.000+04:00

Well, it's Valentines evening and I'm sitting at work. It is not that bad, at least I had a Valentine today, but the sad thing is, she's about to leave me at twelve midnight. Thanx for being my gal for 24 hours. Dinner was really great and so was the South African chocolates. I'll miss you!

The good thing about this year's Valentines day is that it was a really, but really rainy day. To be quite honest, I think it was the most perfect day to wine & dine your woman. A bottle of dry red wine, Italian food, fire in the fire place, white linen and then a bit of ......................., etc. I wish I was this lucky!

So, the race is on to meet the next girl for next year's Valentines Day. I must just remember it is on the 14th of February.

At the moment, I love to make people feel special! I think that is my goal for 2004/2005 season. Not mating season, but a season of true friendship. The scary part is that I'll be living in Tanzania for 2 years and I've never been there. Jess said that she thinks I might not like it. What do you guys think? I don't even know if there is any chicks (ones that I would like to date) around and I'm starting to become really lonely.

I hate this time of year. Everyone becomes all mushy and it makes me kind of jealous. This really sux big time! So, I have decided to put out a invatational rating system to all the ladies out there, in the quest to find someone really speacial.

This is how it goes:

1. You're in Tanzania or Mauritius
2. You must be single and available
3. You're 5'5 to 6 feet tall.
4. You not skinny nor fat (ave between 50 - 65kg's)
5. You definately need to be intellegent
6. Any origin, but definately Caucasian
7. Need to love sport (preferably Rugby, but any contact sport will do.)
8. Brunette preferably
9. Must have a beautifull smile & cute hands
10. Must love beer and a lot of that.
11. You must not be full of shit.
12. Comfortable in jeans & T-shirt
13. Be able to cook (the way to my heart)
14. Who do not like to abuse make-up.
15. Be able to accept defeat (at least once in a blue moon)
16. Willing to leave instantly, no questions asked.
17. Who do not like to abuse men.
18. Never cheated on anyone before and not planning too.
19. Love meat, meat & more meat (BBQ will be a bonus)
20. Love to cuddle
21. Must able to accept my friends, no matter what!
22. Love chick flicks.
23. Someone who doesn't find Itallian men attractive.
24. Goaldriven, be the best you can be.
25. Accept that different people have different opinions & respect it.
26. Older that 21
27. You need to be a gal, not a guy who had a sex change.
28. Love Africa
29. Love the farming lifestyle
30. Willing to be my best friend.

This is a rating system. Rate yourself out of 30 and let me know.

Just a quick word to the ladies out there. You all are very special, but this rating system only allows for compatibility. My gal, I know you are out there somwhere. Please read this.

PS: Just by the way, if you are planning to rate yourself you already know by now that you are interrested in me. Call a friend!

Escape the past, but it will always come back and haunt you!

2005-02-14T04:33:00.000+04:00

South Africa, what more do I need to say? I’m a patriot and I love my country! I’m really proud of what South Africa has achieved over the last 11 or some what years after the first democratic election on 27 April 1994.

Back then, I was only 15 years old and I really did not understand what was happening on that specific day. I was under the impression, influenced by my parents and closest family, that FW de Klerk sold us out to the “BLACKS” and that we should prepare for war. Think about it, planning your future in fear. Scary, isn’t it? You are out numbered by probably 1:38 and what chance do you stand as a “WHITE” person in a “Black Dominated Africa”. If anything was going to happen, what would happen to me, my culture and my language? Who will fight this battle with us?

11 years later and still nothing has happened, accept for the crime rate that shot through the roof, poverty rebelling against social development, governmental officials arrested on a daily basis for corruption and then there is AIDS. I would love to see what our so called democratic government has installed for us for the next 25 years or so.

I’ve decided to comment on this particular issue, because a typical fucked-up Frenchman thinks he knows better. He has been to the “Bantu Stat”. Oh really, he knows everything about South Africa and its people. Quoted from the Frenchman; “Who are you; you weren’t even born back then! Mandela sat in prison for 27 years, because his was not guilty of anything. Whites are racists. White people like to kill black people.” What the fuck is all this shit about?

I’m glad to be a white South African and that I was part of the experience. Harm was done, no doubt, but we can’t keep on revising the past. We need to focus on the future, but remember the past. I do not agree with apartheid at all, but if you like to comment, get your facts together. Not what the media told you are always the total complete truth. Get the full picture next time! For God Sake, our democracy is only 11 years old. Rome wasn’t built in one day. At least we are trying to make a better future for ourselves.

South Africa is an interesting country, but that doesn’t mean that every time you meet a white South African he was part of the “creation of apartheid”. If you have such strong believes against apartheid, why the fuck didn’t you rather use all your energy for a constructive purpose and fought against it. No, you big mouth son of a fucking bitch, you’d rather sit back and yap in the back ground. It definitely shows me the size of your balls. Yip, I’m really glad you learned your lesson. That will teach you not fuck with a “BOER” again. I hope you are satisfied now.

I’m so embarrassed that I even thought I could introduce you to my friends. Just another friendly warning; “If I ever hear you speak to a woman or about any woman again in the manner you presented the past weekend, Bru, your warrant will be signed.” Not a threat, just a friendly warning!

For everyone else, I’m not open for any discussion towards politics or apartheid. I think I just had enough now.

Thank you for your time!

The Kinda way I like it!

2005-02-12T04:20:00.000+04:00

Everyone, listen up!

Today is my seventh anniversary. The seventh weekend of year 2005. Isn’t it amazing? God, I love this place. This totally means that Kenzibar & Budha will at least see me twice, each day of this wonderful, but yet another rainy weekend. I do not care if I spend it alone or with friends as long as it will be me, myself and Phoenix. Great!

But that's not all. Saturday afternoon, OH God, I will stock up the fridge, kick back and cling to my DSTV. ‘Cause to all of you, my good friends, it will be the most beautiful beginning of a very long (probably for 8 months) and trusty friendship. It is the day that will separate the men from the boys. The boys from the gals and .....................who ever else!

The best of the best, the ultimate sensation, sometimes filled with tears, but sharing the most precious feeling among friends. This is what we do best. This is what we know best. This is what I live for and most probably would die for. The meat, the beer and most definitely my dear friends, the jersey.

The same old shit, just in a different year. Ladies and gentleman, friends, acquaintances and the not so good friends, let me present to you my passionate love.

The start of the SUPER 12 and Currie Cup Rugby Season. Fuck, this is great! My undying love reunited with me from a 3 month absence .

Viva! Rugby
Viva! Springboks
Viva! Blue Bulls (Fuck'em up boys!)

We’re back in business. AAHHHHHHHHooooooohhhhhhh!

I love this earth!

PS: for everyone else I might not see this weekend, enjoy it guys.

Be strong honey!

2005-02-10T06:31:00.000+04:00

A man escapes from prison where he has been for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns and finds a young couple in bed. He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair. While tying the girl to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then goes up into the bathroom.

While he's in there, the husband tells the wife: "Listen, this guy's an escaped convict, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years... I saw how he kissed your neck. If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain. Do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is probably dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us. Be strong, honey. I love you." To which the wife responds: " He wasn't kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay,thought you were cute, and asked if we had any Vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong honey, I love you too!!"

For all the men out there, read and learn!

2005-02-09T02:15:00.000+04:00

In the world of romance, one single rule applies:
Make the woman happy.
Do something she likes, and you get points.
Do something she dislikes and points are subtracted.

You don't get any points for doing something she expects.
Sorry, that's the way the game is played.
Here is a guide to the point system:

SIMPLE DUTIES
You make the bed (+1)
You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow(0)
You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets (-1)
You go out to buy her what she wants (+5)
In the rain (+8)
But return with Beer (-5)

You check out a suspicious noise at night (0)
You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing(0)
You check out a suspicious noise and it is something (+5)
You pummel it with iron rod (+10)
It's her pet (-10)

SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS
You stay by her side the entire party (0)
You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a college buddy(-2)
Named Tina (-4)
Tina is a dancer (-6)
Tina has silicon implants (-80)

HER BIRTHDAY
You take her out to dinner (0)
You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)
Okay, it's a sports bar (-2)
And it's all-you-can-eat night(-3)
It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is
Painted the colours of your favorite team (-10)

A NIGHT OUT
You take her to a movie (+2)
You take her to a movie she likes (+4)
You take her to a movie you hate (+6)
You take her to a movie you like (-2)
It's called 'DeathCop' (-3)
You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans (-15)

YOUR PHYSIQUE
You develop a noticeable potbelly (-15)
You develop a noticeable potbelly and exercise to get rid of it(+10)
You develop a noticeable potbelly and resort to baggy jeans and baggy Hawaiian shirts (-30)
You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too." (-8000)

ENJOY THE BIG QUESTION
She asks, "Do I look fat?" (-5) [Yes, you lose points no matter
what]
You hesitate in responding (-10)
You reply, "Where?" (-35)
Any other response (-20)

COMMUNICATION
When she wants to talk about a problem , you listen, displaying what
looks like a concerned _expression (0)
You listen, for over 30 minutes (+50)
You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV (+500)
She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep (-10000)

What more do I need to say? I alway wondered why I dont score any points at all! There is no points for just being you!

The South African Style

2005-02-06T17:33:00.000+04:00

Being on the island of Mauritius might sound incredible, but to be quite honest, it's not that easy coming from South Africa. Back in the olden days, prior to the 1994 SA elections, Mauritius was one of the only places where South Africans were aloud to travel too.

Growing up, I always dreamed of traveling to the “fantasy” island of Mauritius with the tropical turquoise beaches, reefs, coral, palm trees and coconuts, fancy hotels with five star services. This was definitely the place to go too, with the local currency, Mauritian Rupee, which stays at an average of 4.5 to the South African Rand. Being away from home and still earning a reputable salary while having fun, what could be better then this. Believe me; making a decision like this was done quite easily.

With the flight tickets in hand, I was just so eager to leave South Africa and I even remember that there was a song stuck in my head and it goes like this” I’m leaving on a Jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again …………..” As the plane took off, the scariest thought strucked me knowing that from now on I will be all alone in a foreign country and I can barely speak French.

On the airplane, I was so lucky to be seated next to a couple that just got married the previous day and they were on their way for a two week honeymoon. The only problem was that the lady needed to use the bathroom every 5 minutes. I mean, “don’t you guys want to exchange seats?” So the lady sprung up, spilled my beer all over me, her and the armrest. All the electronics in the armrest went hay wire. I couldn’t even listen to the radio anymore. I actually hoped that that couple will read this blog, because it ‘aint funny at all listening for four hours the call from the captain “This is you captain speaking………” Eventually we landed to what is known today as my residential country. “Only if I knew back then what I know right now.”

Driving all the way to Flicq en Flacq (my new residential area and probably the most famous area for the residing of foreigners), we had to drive via Quartre Bornes. Was I stunned! This definitely looked like a third world country. The buildings are old and dirty and are spaced so close to one another. All across the roads you get this little 50cc wanna be bicycles, wanna be motorbikes and sometimes wanna be busses. At least, that’s what my best friend Dirk said. Quoting his direct words; “I will take one of them out, even if it’s on my last day on the way to the airport!” The roads are so narrow and the people drive like maniacs. They parked all over the show and it is a mystery to get passed. There is a saying that says; “When you are in Rome, you do what the Romans do and if you can’t fight them, join them” This advice really works.

Luckily a colleague had organized me a two bedroom apartment about 100m from probably the most popular beach on the island AND it is between two popular bars, namely Buddha - & Kenzibar. Not to shabby, hey Nige! Go to Kenzibar until 12 and to Buddha ‘till 4 in the morning, you will not regret this. I was told, before hand, that I should go off to Kenzibar if I ever wish to meet foreigners. And so I did go and did meet a whole bunch of foreigners (countries ranging from Bangladesh, India, Spain, Germany, France, UK, America and South Africa) during the past eight months or so. Most of them are pretty much still my closes mates to date. However, the saddest part is, seeing them returning to their native countries and you still need to go for another three month stinge. That sucks so bad that I now even start getting nauseous two weeks before they even leave.

The fun part of having a social life like mine is that you meet new people on a daily basis & you need to plan your diary at least 2 weeks in advance; otherwise you will never have enough time to watch you favorite TV shows on satellite television (DSTV). At least you can still keep trend of the Super12 & Currie Cup back home and most of the weekends get planned around the rugby. Friendships here are really strong and they mean the world to you. I’ve posted this blog, because my Bangladeshi & German friends just left for Bangladesh & Germany respectively, about a week ago, and I don’t know if I’ll ever see them again. I think it is really important to mention their names. Timo, Hubert & Fiz, you guys really rocked the past two months for me. I love you guys and show them what you are made off.

For all you South Africans out there, there is an SHOPRITE & GAME on the island and you can buy alcohol (brand names from RSA except Brandy) until Sunday evenings 9pm. AWESOME! The worst thing is probably not getting those giant rump steaks, biltong or drywors. Then again, you might find it, but you will either pay an arm and a leg for it or the quality is not the same as the ones you get back in the FreeState (meat capital & a province in South Africa). Everything here is relatively cheap except for red meat & dairy products (and you don’t get fresh milk either).

Mauritius is really not that bad of a country after all and I will recommend that you need to see it to believe it. It’s relatively cheap here, beautiful landscapes & beaches, incredible weather for the biggest part of the year and just great people, foreign and local. I have +/- 60 days to go (then leaving for Tanzania on a 21/2 year Project) and I will keep you inform of what’s happening in Mauritius.

A name list of all my friends met in Mauritius:

Herman aka Harry – South African
Jessica M. Karbowski - American
Heather aka Canadian
Hubert - German
Timo - German
Nafiz - Bangladesi
Joel - Rodrican
Nartji - India
Rasta - German
Minnie – German
Clyde Larson & Beatrice - French
Pascal Auvray – French
Guilliam Fouchier- French
Diego – Italian
Ebel – French
Carrol – Mauritian
Sebastian - French
Olivier – Belgium and Mauritian
Mattew – French
San – Mauritian
Sabrine – German
Edina – German
Romi – German
Achmad – Egyptian
Jacqui – South African
Francesca - Mauritian
Gregg – South African
Chris - Mauritian
Annelize – South African
Phillip -UK
Gordon – South African
Des – South African
Christiaan – South African
Marc – South African
Louis – South African
Pieter – South African
Michael – South African
Phillip – South African
Dirk – South African
Rieta – South African
Dylon – South African
Eric Hardy – Mauritian
Clyde Chung - Mauritian
Vinod - Mauritian
Sebastian - Mauritian
Sanjay - Mauritian
Natraj - Mauritian
Pamela - Mauritian
Sunil - Mauritian
Giovanni - Mauritian
Michael - Mauritian
Francois - Mauritian
Aswin - Mauritian
Avinash - Mauritian
Anwar - Mauritian
Kevin - Mauritian
Moorthy - Mauritian