wingnut is jolling:

Thank you to all the peeps that keep this thread going even when I’m too hammered to provide input like now, and also during the times when I need a recharge, which took about 6 months because you know you have to be responsible and pace yourself.

I’ll repeat some sage advice I received from a fellow joller back in the day:

You do drugs, drugs dont do you.

I’ll probably be back in Cape Town sooner than planned Xmas trip as my mom was in icu a few days ago with low sodium levels, but is back home today but is still ****ed and at the same time is dealing with renovations so is living in a construction site, so I feel obligated to pitch in an help out as much as I can like being a foreman or something but mainly just providing support where possible.

I’ll fly this time, as much as I love driving, I’ll have the use of her car this time round.
 
Whright said:
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Is this back in the day when drugs were legal but the drugs expanded our minds so much that we started questioning whether we even need politicians then the politicians banned the drugs and then gangs and cartels were born.
 
LADIES, START YOUR ENGINES !!

Warming up for the velvety nite ahead:

AYYBO - Demon Time


Back It feat. NUR. (Extended Mix)


Rafael, Adam Ten - Sweet Boy (Original Mix)


Satisfied (Extended Mix)
 
wingnut771 said:
Thank you to all the peeps that keep this thread going even when I’m too hammered to provide input like now, and also during the times when I need a recharge, which took about 6 months because you know you have to be responsible and pace yourself.

I’ll repeat some sage advice I received from a fellow joller back in the day:

You do drugs, drugs dont do you.

I’ll probably be back in Cape Town sooner than planned Xmas trip as my mom was in icu a few days ago with low sodium levels, but is back home today but is still ****ed and at the same time is dealing with renovations so is living in a construction site, so I feel obligated to pitch in an help out as much as I can like being a foreman or something but mainly just providing support where possible.

I’ll fly this time, as much as I love driving, I’ll have the use of her car this time round.
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fly - dont drive

i had never driven between dbn & ct.
always heard the wild coast was beautiful.
had a bmw convertible at the time - just me, so a self indulgent drive - drop the roof and crooze, stopping when i please, music of my choice at whatever volume . . .
figured i would stop over in east london overnight - told travel agent to get me a room in the nicest hotel in the city.
and off i went.

transkei was a nightmare - road was in appalling condition, cattle and drunk people wandering over the road at random - a traffic cop hiding behind every shrub !!
eventually get to east london, take the off-ramp, drive into the city - horrible place, found my way back to the highway and left east london without even stopping.

call travel agent - cancel east london - room in port elizabeth please.
phone rings, i'm booked into the elizabeth hotel, nice hotel, 4 or 5 star - quintessential southern sun "cookie cutter" place, on the beach, nice room.
i check in - about 5pm, duty manager is at reception and checks me in.
duty manager is a flaming queen, escorts me to my room, with someone trotting behind carrying my two bags.
so i'm booked into a suite - madam shows me around but loiters a little longer than i would prefer.
she then strikes up a conversation, looking at my booking form or whatever paper she had.
"oh, i see you are with the american embassy", she says.
oy vey, i think to myself.
by chance i glance at my bags. they have both got big "diplomatic bag" tags on them attached with a metal keychain.
i reach for one "please excuse me, i have a bit of work to do", i tell her - off she shuffles, stops at the door - "would you like your car washed" she asks.
please, i answer (the thing was filthy - covered in dirt and dead bugs).
in reality, the tags simply had not been removed after a previous business trip - there was bugger all embassy stuff in either.

i take a long long bath, get into a hotel dressing gown, hungry but dont feel like getting dressed. order room service.
room service arrives, but with a complimentary 375ml bottle of champagne from the manager - veuve clicquot, very nice indeed !

guzzle the booze with dinner, then wander over to the bar fridge - more veuve clicuot in there (but at a price).
i grab another bottle and a beer, go sit on the patio. half an hour later i return to the bar fridge - another beer & another bottle of veuve. another half hour later the beer and veuve are done.
so by now ive had 2 beers and 3 x 375ml bottles of champagne - i now have the itch to explore the underbelly of the city.
get dressed and go downstairs - and there madam is ,wandering around the lobby.
i tell her i feel like going out, can she recommend any bars or clubs.
"what kind of place do you want to go to" she responds.
i look at her, she looks at me, i look at her - the kind of place filled with queers and lezzers, i answer.
i'm given the name of a bar and a club, along with directions - and i'm escorted to my car - the thing is gleaming, looking like brand new.

i get to the bar - a rather dismal place with even worse music. one drink and i'm out of there.
off i go to the club, i get there and there are 2 open parking bays right at the entrance (i hate parking in those kind of bays).
but alongside is a gaggle of drag queens - about 4 of them.
they eagerly watch me park - im guessing at that point a convertible bmw with cape town registration is a rather rare and exotic sighting. i stay in the car for a minute or two hoping the drags will disperse, but alas, they appear at the car door beckoning me to get out.
oh lord, i'm thinking.
i get out and am instantly surrounded - 4 motley drags , not particularly attractive girls, but at the same time, even less attractive boys.
i get in to the club, not too bad, quite fun being the anonymous stranger tho.
soon enough i spy a hottie, definitely 1st prize in there.
he's curiously looking at me - the stranger and new face in the venue.
game on, i think to myself.
i've always been a great one for flirting - just for the entertainment, but pretty much perfected the art to the point i could get a coffee table to part its legs !
an hour or so hottie and i leave the club, a few kweens glaring daggers at me - the stranger who entered their turf who had the audacity to snare the prize cow at the county fair !!

next afternoon i left for cape town , very very boring drive until garden route / wilderness - from there on it was spectacular, like a different country.

its a drive i will never ever do again tho.
 
Grant said:
fly - dont drive

i had never driven between dbn & ct.
always heard the wild coast was beautiful.
had a bmw convertible at the time - just me, so a self indulgent drive - drop the roof and crooze, stopping when i please, music of my choice at whatever volume . . .
figured i would stop over in east london overnight - told travel agent to get me a room in the nicest hotel in the city.
and off i went.

transkei was a nightmare - road was in appalling condition, cattle and drunk people wandering over the road at random - a traffic cop hiding behind every shrub !!
eventually get to east london, take the off-ramp, drive into the city - horrible place, found my way back to the highway and left east london without even stopping.

call travel agent - cancel east london - room in port elizabeth please.
phone rings, i'm booked into the elizabeth hotel, nice hotel, 4 or 5 star - quintessential southern sun "cookie cutter" place, on the beach, nice room.
i check in - about 5pm, duty manager is at reception and checks me in.
duty manager is a flaming queen, escorts me to my room, with someone trotting behind carrying my two bags.
so i'm booked into a suite - madam shows me around but loiters a little longer than i would prefer.
she then strikes up a conversation, looking at my booking form or whatever paper she had.
"oh, i see you are with the american embassy", she says.
oy vey, i think to myself.
by chance i glance at my bags. they have both got big "diplomatic bag" tags on them attached with a metal keychain.
i reach for one "please excuse me, i have a bit of work to do", i tell her - off she shuffles, stops at the door - "would you like your car washed" she asks.
please, i answer (the thing was filthy - covered in dirt and dead bugs).
in reality, the tags simply had not been removed after a previous business trip - there was bugger all embassy stuff in either.

i take a long long bath, get into a hotel dressing gown, hungry but dont feel like getting dressed. order room service.
room service arrives, but with a complimentary 375ml bottle of champagne from the manager - veuve clicquot, very nice indeed !

guzzle the booze with dinner, then wander over to the bar fridge - more veuve clicuot in there (but at a price).
i grab another bottle and a beer, go sit on the patio. half an hour later i return to the bar fridge - another beer & another bottle of veuve. another half hour later the beer and veuve are done.
so by now ive had 2 beers and 3 x 375ml bottles of champagne - i now have the itch to explore the underbelly of the city.
get dressed and go downstairs - and there madam is ,wandering around the lobby.
i tell her i feel like going out, can she recommend any bars or clubs.
"what kind of place do you want to go to" she responds.
i look at her, she looks at me, i look at her - the kind of place filled with queers and lezzers, i answer.
i'm given the name of a bar and a club, along with directions - and i'm escorted to my car - the thing is gleaming, looking like brand new.

i get to the bar - a rather dismal place with even worse music. one drink and i'm out of there.
off i go to the club, i get there and there are 2 open parking bays right at the entrance (i hate parking in those kind of bays).
but alongside is a gaggle of drag queens - about 4 of them.
they eagerly watch me park - im guessing at that point a convertible bmw with cape town registration is a rather rare and exotic sighting. i stay in the car for a minute or two hoping the drags will disperse, but alas, they appear at the car door beckoning me to get out.
oh lord, i'm thinking.
i get out and am instantly surrounded - 4 motley drags , not particularly attractive girls, but at the same time, even less attractive boys.
i get in to the club, not too bad, quite fun being the anonymous stranger tho.
soon enough i spy a hottie, definitely 1st prize in there.
he's curiously looking at me - the stranger and new face in the venue.
game on, i think to myself.
i've always been a great one for flirting - just for the entertainment, but pretty much perfected the art to the point i could get a coffee table to part its legs !
an hour or so hottie and i leave the club, a few kweens glaring daggers at me - the stranger who entered their turf who had the audacity to snare the prize cow at the county fair !!

next afternoon i left for cape town , very very boring drive until garden route / wilderness - from there on it was spectacular, like a different country.

its a drive i will never ever do again tho.
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Yeah, I did N2 once, never again, I go N3/N5/N1. Thinking about trying R26 instead of N5 this time. This trip will be my tenth time.
 
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