Just in case you thought we where dead.

I must apologise for my absence, you see I am in South Africa and well I am just over here having way to much fun to sit and write about it. But the truth be told maybe its because my lack of interest has disappeared in sitting here trying to find words to elaborate on my life.

But I'll give it try none the least.

So basically Nikki and I have made friends lost friends and been banned from nearly every establishment in Cape Town. Guess we are just a tornado of trouble.

Our first night of meeting friends where made at a local pub in Muzienberg called Tiger's Milk. It was there we became friends with a few of the bartenders. They closed down the fort and then we all went out to this shady bar called Pirates. It was there they introduced us to one of their co-workers

named Megan, so naturally I'm stoked on this and extend my hand to her and she just looks at me. OKAY SORRY WAS JUST TRYING TO BE FRIENDLY.

What ever her loss, I am loads of fun, Nikki tells me so....

So story made short, girls hate us. No girls want to be our friends they are all MEAN...
and I don't like it.

We've seemed to accomplish two relationships in our time here.
Bruce as you all know as our first friend but then we made friends with this little hippy Simon.
But he doesn't like to be referred to as a hippy. So we call him our little homie.
(little as in he's 19) BUT AGE DOESN'T MATTER!

 Everyone meet Simon; now tell me he's not a hippy?

Simon is 19 and he likes to competitively skate down hill.
Simon wants everyone to follow him on Instagram @simonsturrock

 

Nikki and Brucey

Our buddy Bruce has taken us to some very spectacular beaches,
where we have had the chance to sun bathe and golden our skin while he surfs.
Nikki says I am the darkest white person in South Africa; I think that's pretty funny.

We went to Muzienberg beach last week and as we are sitting there the shark alarm goes off and you literally watch every single person run with fear out of the water and immediately your like 

WHERE IS BRUCE. 

But good thing Bruce was with us this time because he took this picture ;) 

so we whipped out our chips and watched the show.

 

Now we take a trip down to Cape Point, 

I have done this already but it was great for Nikki, Wilf and Ross to see.

This is Cape point, the furthest point in South Africa... 

well actually the furthest point south in ALLL of Africa.

Here I stand behind a cement wall guarding me from taking a tumble down these rocks. 

Also to generally keep you safe.

And here's Nikki disobeying the African laws.

 OK NOW GET BACK HERE BEFORE I DIE FROM ANXIETY.

 

Then Robyn and Ross came along and did the same thing.

THIS ISN'T THE LION KING GUYS!!

 

 If we where in Canada, some power hungry person working for the government would be all over our ass yelling screaming and threatening jail time ;)

The Lighthouse at Cape Point, was used to inform sailors where the

 Indian and the Atlantic Ocean meet.

 The view of the Atlantic from the top of Cape Point

 

A Baboon (Mom's Cousin) on the way home from Cape Point, outside our car. 

You can't open the windows because they are very aggressive and will attack you.

 So Now tomorrow we are off to Port Elizabeth to scatter my Dad's ashes on one of the beaches he used to life guard at. His friends and him started a life guarding club on this beach years ago when they didn't have one to keep people safe.

So cheers Dad! Always was looking out for other people!