Holy Beer Photos

And so, the long awaited blog has made it’s appearance. Besides, if I had waited any longer, Leras might have died, and we can’t have that. Especially since his life in the UK seems to make for good reading J.

This is going to be in the form of a short story, since I’m feeling creative today.

It was a lovely summer morning, off the coast of New Zealand. The sun shone of her wet naked body as she rode the huge sperm whale hard…. Oops, wrong story….

Thursday began as any other day, boring as hell. Smithy was sitting in the laboratory, looking, searching, nay yearning for the latest episode of Naruto. All of a sudden a figure appeared from behind a door, the labs entrance to be exact.

Mysterious figure: “ Hey dude, wanna come with us to KKNK?”

“Me!!!??”, thought Smithy dumbstruck…..

Mysterious figure: “ It’s only two hundred bucks dude!
(Note: I’m from SA, meaning 200 bucks meaning about 40 dollars, and hell, it was a 5 day trip of booze and overall drunkenness in any case, btw, the price didn’t include the booze. That cost me an extra 600 bucks!!!)

Ah screw it, I guess I’m not that creative.

So on Friday morning, we left for KKNK. It was more of a road trip than a KKNK, as we stopped almost everywhere on the way to KKNK. Our first night we stayed at a cousin of our driver, Vaughn. As it happens, it was on a farm in the middle of bleeding nowhere. Although the view was mind blowing though, as we were surrounded by mountains and little waterfalls. A tear almost appeared in my eyes, but then again, I tend to cry at the end of Titanic, so that doesn’t mean much. :-/

Next morning, Bright and early, at around 10 mind you. We set of on our never ending quest to find the fabled KKNK. After about 2 hours, we hit Oudtshoorn, aka little town where the KKNK is held. Now for someone like me who thinks the visit to our local mall is a huge event, this could only be described as WoW. I mean, the ATM’s at the festival had to be replenished about every 2 hours. This led me to the following conclusions: 1. There are a shitload of people at this festival
2 . There are only a few people here, but they are very rich and drink allot.

So we end up at this old house where Vaughn had organized us a place to sleep. This was a nice house people, Lapa, swimming pool, 6+ rooms etc.

But lucky us got the best room in the House!!! Or rather, on the property. We slept in a tent next to their swimming pool. Which rocked by the way. This unfortunately and sadly was about the highlight of our KKNK part of the journey. The festival was fun and all, but we didn’t see any shows, nothing. We walked around allot, Drank all the way, (hehe) and got stoned. Of course Fokofpolisiekar was also their providing background music, sadly we didn’t get to see them. Although I heard a fight broke out during their performance. The guys fighting even fought in the ambulance. Rock and Roll! J

I have to report on one last thing about KKNK, now this last thing is an experience we had during our last night there, which was incidentally also our first night there:

Never ever ever go into church grounds at midnight to innocently take photo’s of the architecture while holding a beer bottle with the other hand. BAAADDDD Idea! Especially if the reverent is still around and you are hiding from him in a little cramp ally. I really though I was going to get arrested, then assraped. I’ll post a photo later. Of the church and not my ass mind you.

So after everything at KKNK, we went to sleep. The next day we got up at 9 and packed, Destination Jeffreys Bay, aka J-Bay, SA’s surfing hotspot. But more on that later….For it’s a far more enticing tale of hero’s and Sexy vixens than KKNK will ever be!!


Smithy Out.