Memoirs with a glass of champagne: A quick jaunt to Gaberone

We took Friday last week off so we could make a weekend of our trip to Gaberone, so after waiting in vain for the blasted plumbers, "yes Mr Fouche, we will definitely be there at nine O'clock" yeah right, 9:30am I find myself growling down the phone at some chap who's name was Rut, only to be told that the plumbers bakkie wouldn't start, well firstly, thanks for letting us know, Not. Thanks for calling us to inform us of this pertinent fact, Not. Thanks for rather letting us sit there in eager anticipation of getting our water back. So anyway, a rather long story later, we told them not to bother as it was getting too late and we needed to get going. So off we went around 12:00 and took a relaxing drive up to Gabs. We arrived at Mum & Dads, after six, as we got detained in a rather long queue at the border and what with the influx of tourists for the Soccer world Cup, they were being extra vigilant. Not only that once we crossed the border, we hit peak hour traffic, (no jokes here), Gaberone actually now has really bad peak hour traffic. Not that this worried us well seasoned Johannesburg drivers, however Mum was frantic by the time we arrived as she thought we had been swallowed up into a black hole, or something else even more dramatic. Anyhow, after a couple of drinks, volevants and some catch up chat, Mum dished a very large (beautifully made and absolutely scrumptious) and I mean really large meal for us (I think she thinks there is no food in South Africa, or something similar must have crossed her mind as I can not fathom any other reason for being dished so much food (there is seriously nothing like Mum's cooking, but honestly a 1/3 of the amount would have been sufficient). So after an entire lamb shank, mash potatoes, butternut, caulibroc & cheese sauce each. This was followed by a lovely strawberry pudding. We had to stop her from bringing out the cheese and biscuits, as by this stage rolling me down the passage to bed was pretty much the only viable option left.
Up on Saturday morning to find Mum beavering away in the kitchen whipping up yet another scrumptious and large breakfast (I promise Mum, we do have food in Johannesburg, we are not part of the starving masses) then off to shop in Gaberone, which is always an experience, the mix of 1st & 3rd world in Gaberone not only adds to its charm but never ceases to amaze me. They have so many state of the art buildings, shopping centres and what nots' and yet a mode of transport used frequently by the local people is a cart pulled by two donkeys. You still find (even next to these state of the art buildings) goats, cows, horses all wandering aimlessly down the road, truly a weird sight. Oh then off to some restaurant for lunch (like we hadn't just recently eaten).
We spent the evening, whilst eating dinner (I kid you not) watching DVD's (Impact, Date Night & The Tooth Fairy). Then Sunday morning we took Dad & Grant out for a Father's Day Breakfast. We then bid a sad farewell to Mum, Dad & Jordy (she is staying with them for two weeks) and Grant and I made our way back to Johannesburg (albeit several kilograms heavier) with heavy hearts that we wouldn't see our baby angel for two whole weeks. However they will be meeting up with us on holiday and spending the weekend with us, so really looking forward to that. So thanks Mum and Dad for a really great weekend, was so lovely to spend time with you both, however Grant's tummy is now stretched so much that his normal size portions don't fill him up any more, so I will probably have to starve him for the next two weeks just to get him back to normal again.
Till next time
xoxo