So needless to say both of us woke up this morning with sore heads and a fuzzy recollection of the past evenings proceedings. We had a slight lie in before rousing ourselves for some showers, tea and coffee. We spent a good deal of the morning sitting on the front porch looking through photos that Nigel had from when the Beales lived in town. Nigel even brought out the old school register for one of the first years that Jenny's primary school was in operation. We were all in a pretty sad state so after we finished looking at photos and drinking copious amounts of coffee we decided it would be smart to go out for some breakfast.
We drove into town and headed for a small restaurant called Barcelos, which appeared to be a Botswanan rip off of the South African Nando's, with the same items on the menu, and even the same "peri-peri" sauces. On the drive into town we stopped along the road and chatted with some members of the rotary club who were preparing Santa's donkey-pulled vegetable wagon for his visit to local children (this is Africa, and I was too hungover at the time to realise how funny this actually was). Once we placed our orders at Barcelos the true extent of our hungover state became apparent. All we could do was lounge back in the comfy chairs and move as little as possible, we found if we didn't move the impulse to be sick was reduced by at least 2%.
My breakfast was a preto roll with chips and Dan had a chicken shwarma, basically a chicken pita. After just the first bite of carbs I felt sooooo much better, as I know Dan did, and we devoured the remainder of the meal. We drove over to the Lesters house for tea afterwards, and to find out how Alex was feeling. She was actually ok as she had stopped drinking much earlier than we has because she was driving. The house that they live in actually used to be one of the three houses I lived in when we lived in Phikwe, and I remember having my first day at school photos on that porch! One of Alex's friends arrived to join us for tea, along with her cute one year old son, who kept doing 'big ups" to everyone, this being the baby version of a fist pump.
After sitting and chatting for a while we drove the 50 metres back to Nigel's house to be generally lazy at home and relax on the porch with the internet and have a nap until the rugby. Alex arrived at 4:00pm with a cooler box of food in tow, and we again preparing the rolls and salad before th rugby started at 4:30pm. Low and Johan(or Hi as we liked to call him, not because he was but because he was the opposite of Low) arrived just before kick off and we settled down to watch the match. Nigel got the braai going and while the match was going on we had some sausages cooking for our lunch/ early dinner. Nigel had insisted on boiling the onions and not frying them, and because they the tasted like nothing at all Di, Alex and I decided to put them into the salsa and dressed it up with sauce to give it more flavour.
The rolls were delicious and it was at about the same time that we were all eating that the stupid tv reception kept cutting out. We tried turning the whole system on and off but that only worked once, and we ended up not being able to watch the end of the match. The only signal that was interrupted was the rugby signal, all the other channels worked! I kept track of the score on'ine and South Africa ended up beating England 16 - 15, obviously as we are totally awesome. Di, Nigel and I watched a cool scifi movie called Alien vs Predator, which Di knew far too much about as she had seen it three times in the last few weeks :D
Dan, Alex, Hi and Low were all sat at the bar half watching the movie but also drinking and playing shit head (it's a card game for all who don't know). I refused to drink any form of alcohol dispite countless offers and encouragement from the rest of them as I have decided to never drink again. Obviously this will not last, but it's worth a try!! Di left just after the movie and Nigel and I watched tv while everyone else played card games and drank. Hi left a bit later and Alex and Low stayed till about 9:00pm. When they left Nigel and I retired for the night and Dan stayed and watched X-men before heading to bed.
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