Cruel, cruel summer

What's up with the weather? It's gone back to being the same as it was in the deepest of winter - that is, 18 degrees and rainy. But still. What's up with the rain over the weekend when Cape Town's bestest street festival took place?

I spent Obz Fest doing what I do best at festivals - sit on my arse somewhere comfortable, missing all the great bands. But throwing ice on passers by was fun. As was looking after sister who was elsewhere, listening to the kin of music that makes you dance like you didn't have time to make it to the loo.

What wasn't fun was to try to find my car late at night. Was (sensibly enough) heading for MIracle-Gros just round the corner. But Observatory gets very labyrinthine after a few beers. Let's just say my companions were not too pleased when they found out that what i was looking for was a white city golf. That will only be the most commonplace car in the Cape... Er. But we FOUND IT!

Here are some pictures from the fest. They are not very good, but at least I still have my camera. Not like Elin, Swedish lady, who had both phone and camera stolen. I think a cartel of pickpockets secretly organise the festival...




Then on Sunday all the swedes met to celebrate first weekend of advent by drinking some imported glogg (strong mulled wine) and eating gingerbread biscuits. Another poor rendition of that experience below. Toby models the festive spirit before disappearing back to the great white this week. He didn't want to go...