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Mortymoose said:
Quick tale,

I went to Brussels one day, never had a place to stay... As most Namibian plattelanders do, I found a hotel closest to a bar, once I had booked in, I hit the bar just after lunchtime...

One barman. Two dudes at the bar and a woman of sorts that kept drifting in and out...

It was one of those " long bars" , kinda like the George was in Cpt.

Rested against the back wall of the vacant establishment was an old style juke box...

I pulled up a single bar stool , in my best Afrikaans asked for a beer to which the barman nodded and mutter something about Afrique de Sud in broad flemish. I nodded in the affirmative..

Along the bar, the two male patrons who had been involved in a heated discussion, paused and looked in my direction.... They stared briefly before continuing the debate....

The barman returned with a tall Stella Artois.... A nice snow white head trickling down it's crest.... I nodded my appreciation....

I sat alone whilst I consumed the ice cool ale, staring at mirror behind the barman, it offered a view of the door to the right of my back....

Being the fast consumer of beer that I am, I ordered my 2nd..... As the podgy barman placed the tall glass in front of me, my eyes were drawn to the character who had just entered the establishment... Our eyes met briefly as he sauntered past to join the other teo chaps further down the bar.... He had the characteristics of an Arab, I guessed he was perhaps Algerian or Tunisian....

The barman had followed the character down to the other two men. The four of them caucased , glancing every now and again in my direction.... I heard the barmen repeat the words, " Afrique De Sud"

It was then that one of the original patrons stood up.... It was then that I noticed that he was the taller of the two.... I hadby this staged almost consumed my second beer in almost three minutes..... My eyes kept watching the tall chap as he headed down to the juke box, he paused for a brief moment, pressed a few buttons, inserted a coin and glanced back up at me with a wry , unsure smile on his face...

I almost fell off the bar stool as the song started, here in the middle of Brussels, I never expected to hear this song, not here in the heart of Europe.....


(Must go make supper.... Later... And yes, it. Has reference to the topic)
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Finish your story already. Don't leave me hanging dammit.
 
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Or we can guess what song played. My guess:
Ek is 'n loslappie
 
The thread was created in the morning guys..Long before Morty mentioned his friends wife had passed.
Relax people.
 
Sarie Marais?

Not sure why they'd be speak Flemish in Brussels - it's more French. Flemish is more Antwerp.

Good times in pubs there.
 
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