Flying colours

Yessir! Betty has just passed her sea trials with flying colours. Seeing she hadn't been challenged in quite some time I thought I'd put her endurance limits to the test. No better way to do this I thought than to strap an oversized surf-ski to her roof and take her for a spin in 4o+knots breeze. All the way to kite-surfing capital of SA - the equisitely turquoise lagoon at Langebaan on the West Coast - 165km away. Not a hiccup. Mind you she was feeling a wee bit hot at times - I guess because the insistent Cape Doctor breeze was on our tail for the trip, and not working it's way into the rad grill. The 35C outside didn't help.



It was here I took part in my first ever surfski race, 3km around Skaapen Island. I was duly bashed into last position by all those around me, including two paddlers in their 60s. Once ashore though I took great glee in in sprinting past the golden girls during the 5km run of the friendly triathlon. Pah!

One typically South African issue that I wish to bring to light is the total disregard for any of the well-established rules surrounding the spelling of English words. This goes for all speakers and spellers of the language - whether Afrikaans, English, Coloured, Indian or Black. In most instances an incorrectly spelled sign (for example) will have been corrected by some anal passer-by with a black biro. Instead of replacing the tatty sign however, the advertiser will always leave the sign up for the world to behold. And don't get me started on the over-apostrophication of almost everything. I have included some instances, and will continue to do so as the journey progresses.







Yours,
Pedantic POC.