So it went down like an undercover operation from a cheap B rate movie...
The foreign registered vehicles turned off the main road into the sports complex, slowing down as they approached the faded speed bumps.
On clearing the first bump we noticed a local car slow down as it approached from the front, the driver, wearing dark shaded glasses, long weathered hair leaning out the window staring at us as we past him...... The stare intense and somewhere deep inside I could sense that he was the one....... As I peered into the rearview mirror I saw the small car do a U turn and start to follow us.......
"This shyte is real, it's gonna go down in the carpark!" , I thought to myself.....
The three cars pulled into the sporting complex carpark...... The cool winter sun starting to sink in the east, It felt like a scene from GTAV....
I quickly ushered my charges from the vehicle, ordering them not to look back and head for the safety of the sports hall.....glancing over my shoulder at the local car that had followed us.... It's door opening, a foot appearing......I realised that after years of cyber verbal abuse this thing was about to get a face, a name...... The virtual world I had once known was about to transform into reality....
There he stood, the enigma that I had always heard about, the one that loved Guinness..... We met halfway across the tarmac, not sure what to expect from each other....hands outstretched who shook and acknowledged each other, exchanging traditional gifts as is done at such events, the deal done, we could have returned to our cars, never to meet again, but neigh, we spent the next thirty minutes in the car park, jabbering away, (most making fun of Oom Fanie, seeing as he was'nt there

) , in all honesty we should have had a cool box of booze in the boot, we had a lot of ground to cover....
GreGorGy.....boet! Awesome meeting you, thanks for the "gift" , I shall brag more about that when I am safely across the border...
Before I leave in a week, we will have a get together and throw a few toots....
