Some say it stands for Gordon’s Bay. They’re wrong. Well, partially.
We headed over to the flea market afterwards where they were selling World Cup paraphernalia, naturally. They wanted R10 for a crummy little flag on a stick, but I guess you can forgive them seeing as they have to pay to rent the stalls.
Anyway, I ended up scoring a good deal and got an England flag for R30, which according to the guy who told the lady who sold it to me off, was worth more – probably about R50. And my brother got a UK flag for the same amount.
Hell, we had to put up with a lot vuvuzelas as well, which I hate. It’s one thing hearing it on the TV, but when the locals start blowing them a few feet away from you, it’s something else.
I went over to Steers after that where I got one of those rib burgers that they rave about on the TV all the time. It wasn't that great, but I was starving anyway because all I had for breakfast was this little cocktail roll with some lunch meat in it. I didn’t know they made rolls that small.
We then headed back to the site where my brother works to check that the boys hadn’t spent the money that were given to buy spades on KFC or something, and to see that they were working.
After that it was back home where I skipped supper, took a nice hot bath and went to bed again for a short kip, before waking up and going online. Back to the daily grind.