22 August, Day 70: me time

Didn’t do much today, just as planned. I had quite a few interesting discussions in between my admin. Annelie and her aunt spent the day chatting. I caught up on a few episodes of American Dad I had on my travel hard drive. Watched some Tri Nations rugby, Australia vs. NZ, NZ won (good times. Take THAT Australia!).

In the evening we took our hosts out for dinner at the Red Sands lodge. I risk ordering the special: ox tail stew. Rubbish, absolutely inedible. It was tougher and rubbery and nowhere near what grandma used to make. The rice was good though, whatever, and the other’s had a good meal so that’s ok.

Anecdote: I place quite a high standard on ox tail stew.

Back home after Dom Pedro’s and coffee’s and into bed (dang it’s cold in these parts at night)

Highlights: Watching some Tri Nations rugby

Getting my proverbial house back in order, somewhat

[G & A], out

Really don’t mind to practice cus you’re my li’l lady

21 August, Day 69: Kuruman

Another blockbuster break-fest (no moose though, to my utter disappointment). Before we check out we head back to the Valley of Waves because Annelie wants to go on the bungee jump trampoline thingy. Yeah, you have to be “this” tall to go on this ride, at least 7 years old (which she just barely qualifies) and weigh no more that 54 kg’s (which she also just barely qualifies)

Anecdote: I kid, of course. She’s way older than 7

Anecdote: and way lighter than 54 k’s

Anecdote: I love you baby, please don’t hurt me.

The jumping thing is a big hit: they tie you to a harness, suspended from two sides by bungee cords. Next they lift you about 3 meters into the air then a dude on the trampoline underneath you jumps up, grabs hold and pulls you down before letting go. And my homeboy Newton got it right about every action having an equal and opposite reaction, perfectly demonstrated as Annelie goes soaring! Giggles and screams in equal measure. She really is just a kid sometimes, but I love that about her.

This goes on for about 15 minutes, she manages to pull a few sweet back flips before being lowered back down and letting the other kids waiting in line a turn. All done, we head back to the Cabanas to finalise our bill. Back at the Bullet and yea. Battery dead. I give it a slight nudge out of the parking bay and Annelie guides it down the hill before effortlessly popping the clutch and starting it. All good to go, we set our biological GPS’s for Kuruman, about 350 km’s to Annelie’s aunt. First we’re making a stop in Koster to see her cousin, who will give us better directions. We only manage to reach Koster at 13:00 so it has to be a quick reunion. She guides us to the road we need to take from there and we say goodbye. Quick pitstop in Biesiesvlei for refuel and biobreak.

The rest of the day we make pretty good progress as we go, but there are road works on this route so quite a few long wait times at road blocks, to allow other traffic through. Heh heh, funny town names in these parts: Witpan, Vlakpan, Greysloot, Beeskraal, Paardekraal, Jan se Baard, fok, you name it. The scenery is very pleasing, this is wide open farm country, although it doesn’t look like a whole lot is going on. By about 18:00 or so we enter Kuruman and follow the directions to her aunt’s house.

We’ll be staying here for 2 nights since Annelie wants to have a good chat about things and catch up. Me, well, I have lots of admin to do again, like updating the journal, writing some DVD’s and the like.

Highlights: Breakfast again!

Taking pictures of a very airborne Annelie

Care should be taken to avoid tipping while seated

20 August, Day 68: Just the 2 of us

I’ve never seen so much food in my life! Breakfast is an orgy of everything you could ever desire to eat. Ok fine, they didn’t have baby seal (which is both tender and tasty) and dolphin was off the menu today, but everything else was here. From every conceivable cereal, to flapjacks, cold meats, fruits, cheeses, breads breads breads, French toast, eggs made a zillion ways, juices, pastries... I was in heaven.

We started slow like and worked our way up, put some real effort into it, you know? By the time the shooting stopped I must have packed on 3 Kg’s. Back at the room Mattie finished packing while we headed to the car. Heh, yeah. Battery dead. While Mattie brings his luggage I grab the spare keys for the Ford from the cubby and park it next to the Bullet, get the jumper cables out at proceed to refresh Annelie on the finer points of jump starting a car. That done, we decide to park the car on a hill so that we can at least running start the thing tomorrow, when Mattie isn’t around anymore. Else, whatever, we can always get a jump from anyone.

Mattie drops us off at the entertainment centre and we say our goodbyes and farewells! Then, it was just the two of us, free to do as we please! So we hit the games arcade pretty hard, playing EVERY video game in there. Turns out Annelie really, really likes Dance Dance revolution, too bad the machine was busted so it wouldn’t register the “back” steps on player 1 and the “front” step on player 2. But we laughed our asses off anyway. Then she realised that you get tickets for some of these games, and that you can trade these in for prizes. Groan... the prizes are all rubbish but try explaining that to a 7 year old (yes, I mean Annelie). More games and 60 tickets later she got the little plastic rubix cube key holder she simply had to have.

Next, we headed to the valley of waves. Good thing we took the trouble to do the bridge “thing” yesterday, because it’s down for maintenance. The Valley of Waves has this whole theme cantered around the Lost City, so everything looks like an Indiana Jones film set, Temple of Doom / Mayan / Tomb raider-esq. Quite well done, in my humble opinion. The water park features a big wave pool and artificial tropical beach, 5 water slides, a “lazy river” chill... thing... and shops, rentals and the like. On the Cabanas side, where we live, they have a dam where you can do waterskiing, jet-skis, parachute sailing (or whatever the heck it’s called).

Anyway, we decide to hit the big slide first (I forget the name, but they each have one like Tarantula, Viper, Mamba and so on). I wait at the bottom to snap pictures as she comes crashing down the 10 meter sheer drop, eventually coming to a standstill as the water breaks her momentum. Water gets in everywhere.... trust me on that one. I follow suit, because I’d have to show solidarity. Fak me, the water is freezing! It’s sunny out, but not warm by any means. We decide to stow the camera and gear in the rental lockers and hit the inner tube slides next. At the bottom you pick up a blue inflatable tube, carry it up the steps to the top and them slide down either an open or a totally enclosed water slide. I get SUPER motion sick on the closed one, since it turns me around and around and around... bleh. We do the other one as well, before we move on the last 2, which are just straight water slides.

The Mamba (I remember this one) is the enclosed one, and it takes 10 seconds to drop 15 meters! By the time I reach the bottom of this one, I am done for the day, vision swimming. This used to be a whole lot easier when we were kids!

Annelie goes down the last slide, so now at least she’s been on everything and we can go reheat in the sun on the beach. It takes me a while to get back to normal, a Savannah goes down well and helps things on a bit.

By the afternoon we mosey on up to the entertainment centre again and kill off the last few tokens I had left on a racing game or three. I try to convince my darling wife that I HAVE to see Transformers: Rise of the Decepticons but I fail. She promises me that should we have a chance in any of the other towns we’ll be passing through on the way home, we can see it together.

Dinner is at Santorini again, because at least we know what we’re in for. I have some delicious ribs, and Annelie had a calamari salad. Back to the hotel again and back to bed.

Today was a really good day for us and we got to spend some real quality time together. It actually felt like a solid holiday. Looking very much forward to breakfast again tomorrow. Ima gonna order a moose burger!

Highlights: Quality time, baby, quality time

Breakfast man, breakfast!

*drum roll, cymbal, cymbal, cymbal, hi-hat-hi-hat-hi-hat*

19 August, Day 67: Sun City --- CHECK LINK!!!

Wowie, spent the whole morning in the Hydro centre! About 2 hours in the indoor / outdoor pool, water temperatures ranging from 25 degrees up to 40, big fountain in the middle. Pruned up real good! After we had enough of that we signed up for a full body massage with an “Aroma therapy booster” (clearly this IS an American run resort...). By 11 am we were practically floating on air. Annelie is quite fine this morning, by the way. She does still get the odd hot flash but we don’t really know what was wrong with her. Maybe she ate something funky. I’m also quite aware that sometimes with all the driving and concentration, it can get quite hard on you if you don’t eat enough or don’t drink enough water. I suspect maybe a piece of that hake fillet we had at the Inn on Great Zim may have been a bit off or something. I had a similar thing way back in Arusha, when the others were on the Serengeti tour. Heh, but it’s such a cliché: Oh shit, you feel bad, must be malaria! Meh.

We spend a bit of time retracing our steps after we checkout of the chalet, because Mattie left one of the flaps of his canopy open and his sleeping bag rolled out.... somewhere. Unfortunately it’s nowhere to be seen, so we leave our contact details at reception in the unlikely event someone turns it in. Mattie is gutted, not because he needs it anymore but it has quite a bit of sentimental value, a sentiment I can totally relate to. Weird huh? Tours the whole damn continent with it only to lose it now! I try to cheer him up over the CB as we head out to Sun City.

We only need to go 150 km’s since we’re taking a short cut over some less than stellar roads. Slightly after noon we arrive at the Cabanas, one of the 3 hotels at the resort, and book in. The resort is nestled in the valley between the Pilantsburg and features more activities and attractions than I can shake a stick at. Check it out.

Mattie and I have been here a few times before, my last visit was in 2001 for a Microsoft Technet conference. Aaaah, good times! This is Annelie’s first time so we give her the guided tour of the main hotel, casinos, entertainment areas and the Valley of Waves (big water park). Sun City used to be quite a big deal back in the day, because it was the only spot in South Africa where you could come to gamble. A lot has changed since, they built the Palace of the Lost city and the Valley of Waves for one. For me and Mattie it was interesting to see that it’s still quite a busy place, most of the hotels are fully booked and loads of conferences happening. The only thing I’d comment on is that a few cracks are showing up here and there, little things, little things. Annelie didn’t care much though, it was all new to her! We even had to wait on the connecting bridge to the valley, because we mentioned to her that the whole thing vibrates and shudders and smoke comes out everywhere on the on the hour, like a clock. So we stood on the bridge for a whole 30 minutes... She enjoyed it, so I guess that’s ok :) She regresses to a 7 year old around this kind of stuff. That, and various fluffy or cute (sometime deadly) animals. Examples include: puppies, kittens, babies, LARGE dogs, hippos, rhinos, elephants, etc etc etc.

Turns out you actually have to pay to see the Palace of the Lost City, Sun City’s premier hotel. Huh, that sucks. Annelie convinces the one gaurd that she really needs the toilet and they let her in. Then the other guard tries to solicit a bribe for us to get in too! Impossible for him to know that I am now a seasoned pro and this sort of thing, but instead of getting some money out of me he only succeeds in evoking my wrath. I only wanted Annelie to see it, and a good time later she returns all smiles. I ask her if she at least got to see the rest of it and she was like “jup, no problem, saw the whole lobby, dining room, everything!”. That’s my girl.

The weather is quite nippy, only about 17 degrees and a slight breeze, but hopefully we’ll be able to get good weather tomorrow. I’d like to at least get Annelie on the monster water slides they have here! But you can check out Sun City and what they have to offer here. Personally, I think the hotels are a little on the expensive side. If you have kids though, I reckon they’d totally dig it here.

In the evening we had a wonderful meal at Santorini, a restaurant at the Cascades hotel. This is our last evening with Mattie before he heads off tomorrow, so we made it count with lots of whiskey, wine and cocktails! It was also very cool just to spend time with him and him alone just because you get to know someone just a bit better that way. We had quite a few very interesting discussions about the tour and what’s next (Mozambique! Cairo! Madagascar! Ok, maybe only next year...).

It was very cold tonight! We must be acclimatised to the tropics by now, Not used to this type of cold anymore. We “walk” to our hotel anyways, through weird jungle paths with bridges and waterfalls, past the golf course bar and around the corner to our rooms.

Highlights: Well, it’s good to be here at Sun City. Lots of memories flooding back (the parts I remember between the hard drinking and parties of the “conference”). Also miss my 20twenty buddies something chronic

[G & A], out

going over to susan’s house, she’s gonna make it right

18 August, Day 66: Great house of stone

As planned, we’re up and going by 07:20 after a quick coffee and heading down the 10km to the ruins. At the gate we buy tickets ($15 each) and park the cars. It’s a very cold, crisp but sunny morning, no clouds in the sky. At the entrance there is a large map of the area which I snap a pic of for reference. Our first visit is to what they call the “Great Enclosure”, which we locate at the top of a hill.

I’m going to shamelessly plagiarise Encarta on this one, just because they’ve put it so succulently, and I couldn’t take any pictures in the museum we visited later (but it was REALLY interesting!):

In the 19th century the ruins of Great Zimbabwe were found and studied by European colonists, who generally refused to believe that black Africans could have built such impressive stone structures. European archaeologists proposed highly improbable theories that an ancient Mediterranean civilization, such as the Egyptians, Phoenicians, Greeks, Hebrews, or Arabs, built Great Zimbabwe. These theories became widely accepted. Even after early and mid-20th-century archaeological research proved that Great Zimbabwe was indeed the work of Iron Age black Africans, the non-African origin of the ruins was taught in many schools in Rhodesia (as Zimbabwe was known in colonial times) until independence in 1980.

The stonework of Great Zimbabwe is remarkable for its precision. Most structures were built with granite blocks so carefully carved that no mortar was required to hold them together. The focal point of Great Zimbabwe is a high granite outcrop that rises steeply above the valley below. On the summit of this outcrop is a set of stone-walled enclosures known as the Hill Complex. Scholars believe one of the two large enclosures was a place of worship because it contains plastered altars and carved stone birds, which likely represent the spirits of former rulers. The other large enclosure was a residential area, probably either for the king or for the principal spirit medium, the leading official in the Shona religion.

The ruins of the city of Great Zimbabwe are on the hillside and in the valley beneath the Hill Complex. The city consisted of two parts: the residences of the general population and those of the elite. The general population lived in closely packed mud-and-thatch houses and little is known about the way they lived. A small number of elite people lived inside stone enclosures at the centre of the city. The sheltered residential areas were hidden by high stone walls. These living quarters testify to the high status and authority of the Great Zimbabwe ruling class.

The largest of the residential enclosures in the city is known as the Great Enclosure. The Great Enclosure has a complex set of architectural features, including outer walls as high as 10 m (32 ft) and as thick as 5 m (17 ft), and a tall, conical stone tower. Archaeologists have different interpretations of this part of the site. Some believe this was the residence of the king’s principal wife, while others argue that it was the king’s compound. In the Great Enclosure, archaeologists have discovered gold and copper ornaments, as well as fine soapstone bowls and carvings. In addition, they have found china, glass beads, and porcelain dating from 14th-century China, Persia, and Syria. The presence of such luxury items from so far away demonstrates Great Zimbabwe’s valuable connections with traders on the east coast of Africa.

The modern nation of Zimbabwe is named after Great Zimbabwe, and images of the soapstone birds found in the Hill Complex appear on the nation’s flag and currency. For today’s Zimbabweans, the ruins of Great Zimbabwe are a source not only of tourism income, but also of cultural pride.

Anecdote: as said above, the country got its name from the Great Zimbabwe ruins in 1980, changing from Rodesia to Zimbabwe. Zimbabwe is derived from the Shona phrase dzimba dza mabwe, which means “houses of stone”. There are many such dwellings (Zimbabwe’s) scattered all over the country, but this location at Masvingo is the largest and was the tribe’s capital city, hence the “Great” distinction.

Great Zimbabwe had between 10,000 and 20,000 inhabitants shortly before its abrupt decline at the end of 15th century. Historians disagree on the cause of Great Zimbabwe’s fall. Many scholars believe that the city’s population grew so large that it used up the region’s agricultural resources, forcing inhabitants to move away. Another theory is that Great Zimbabwe lost its commercial importance because northern gold-mining regions began transporting gold to the coast by way of the Zambezi River. By the 16th century the city of Great Zimbabwe was almost completely deserted.

Pretty cool, huh?

Back to the inn, pack up and checkout. Heading to Beitbridge today, and our last border crossing of the trip (yay!).On the way we stop at a large road side market where various artists again succeed in blowing us away with their skill. I decide, fuckit, I wanna buy some stuff, if nothing else to support these folks. Mattie picks up a few bowls and a candle holder. A 20 KG solid stone rhino catches my eye and I simply have to have it! No bartering with these folks, if they say it’s $40, it’s $40, done deal! I hold the beast aloft and cry “rhino!!” which evokes cries of rhino from the lady I bought it from. Funny thing happened then: they broke into a little victory dance and celebration amongst themselves, other traders coming over to congratulate her on making the sale! I think this was the definitive moment that the Zimbabwe people finally captured my heart.

Some rearranging required to fit Shida (She-da, named after that big black rhino who’s ears I scratched in Kenya) into the Bullet, but we manage it.

One or two pit stops on our way, Annelie wasn’t feeling too well again, phasing between nausea and hot flashes to shivers and cold sweats. Eish.

Driving quite hard we manage to reach the border post by 14:ish. We get the same old run around, a little self inflicted because we forgot to pay the toll fees and get some forms stamped. But we manage it with our usually flair, didn’t have to bribe anyone this time so that's always a plus. And so, by 15:10, it’s bye bye Zimbabwe!

Over to the South African border, across the Beitbridge over the Limpopo. Annelie feeling just a tad bit worse, so we make a naissance of ourselves in jump the line, play the “I’m dumb” card and get our passports stamps and customs cleared in no time flat.

Hello, sweet Sunny South Africa!

Stop off at the Caltex for a refuel and checkups. Our next destination is still quite far, Bela Bela, about 300 Km’s to go. We deal with the chaos of driving through busy traffic and towns the best we can. Both Mattie and I confess that we’re so not used to these driving conditions anymore, i.e. having to obey traffic laws! It’s much harder than you think, if you’ve driven in the lawless bubble of Africa for over 2 months. Mattie does get pulled over for speeding and manages to get away with a warning. Suave charmer :)

Break our rule again about driving in the dark but that’s ok, at least the roads are good, albeit unpainted in some areas. Lots of toll gates too. We reach Bela Bela just after 18:00 and drive around town a bit looking for a spot to lodge. Heh, I felt just like a farm yokel coming to the big city for the first time. All neon lights and restaurants and civilisation! The Forever resort looks the most promising and we check in. The whole town is built around a natural hot spring, by the way. So all these lodges and inn have some form of hydro or warm baths, Forever resorts have MASSIVE facilities, inside and outside pools, quad bikes, water sports, medical centres, you name it, it’s here.

Mattie goes ahead to the chalet while I drive Annelie to St Vincent’s Hospital a few km’s down the road. She has a chat to the nurse there about the possibility of having a test done for malaria. They reckon they can only do it if she’s running a fever, lest they get a false negative. So we agree to monitor the situation and come back should her condition worsen.

Back at the resort, we meet up with Mattie at the onsite Spur grill and restaurant (Spur is a freakin institution in South Africa! Been eating Spur burgers since I was 6 years old.) and I order the biggest damn Hunger Buster Double patty flame grilled monster I can buy! Delicious.

We have a quick look around before heading back to the chalet, which is very spacious and beautifully furnished. Annelie still feels rubbish but not running a fever yet. We’ll monitor her and hope for the best. Tomorrow we’d like to go take a prolonged dip in the hydro pools and maybe even get a massage.

Highlights: Nothing beats being back home

Scoffing down a Spur burger!

Someone to covet, safe from the rain

17 August, Day 65: Mythbusters

First things first: Happy Birthday Mattie! True, it’s the big guy’s birthday today, and we start the congratulations early, 05:10, since we are all up and having coffee already. I’m genuinely surprised he made it to his birthday, considering all his been through! :)

Anyways, it’s dark out still and the stars are just about fading. Last rites, as we finish our quick breakfast. Pack up all the loose items into the Bullet, jump start the Bullet first since the battery is D.O.A. Say our goodbyes to Jenny and thank her heartily for her hospitality. Say goodbye to Fanie and Hanneliese and wish them the very best of luck.

The Bullet, Ford and Toyota blaze off into the sunrise, over green mountain passes and through valleys. We sneak a last peak at the very large Lake Kariba just as the sun rises. Not long before we reach a main road and start making our way south-east. On the way we stop at a little market where Mattie buys the most beautiful little John Deere tractor toy, with a trailer and everything! So well made; it’s for his neighbours son.

Around this time we say goodbye to Dirk and Marieke and wish them well. We head on to Harare and arrive in the city proper at around 09:30, passing a few other towns along the way.

And we are genuinely surprised: the city is beautiful! Wide, clean streets, lots of business being done, people coming and going, traffic organised, a police man or woman on EVERY corner (really), tall breathtaking buildings towering into the sky line.

This is the part where we’re a bit confused. We heard all sorts of horror stories about this place, about how your tires get slashed at traffic lights and how armed gangs roam the streets, just crazy-madness and we should miss the city completely. I can confess that it’s NOTHING like that, AT ALL! The people standing at the bus stops, or waiting to cross the road hardly look like they’re fearing for their lives or looking out for an attack at any given moment.

It’s very sad that this place has such a bad rap. I will say that sure, Mugabe and his cronies are terribly out of order, but it’s not a reflection at all of its people. My experience of Zimbabwe thus far is that it’s people are extremely friendly, saying hi to you everywhere you go (as in, just saying “hello” for the hell of it, and not because they want something from you), the cities clean and safe and the infrastructure well established. And clearly, businesses where doing quite well, thank you. Goes to show, once again, if you believe the travel advisories or main stream new media, heck, even pay any attention to peoples negativity you’ll never do anything or go anywhere. I feel lucky that I could have the opportunity to see it with my own eyes and form my own opinion.

Onward to the airport, which we also find to be in terribly good shape and thriving. We’re way early for Marietta’s flight, partly because we weren’t sure what the state of the roads will be like (perfectly fine, NO POTHOLES) or what dangers we’ll have to face in the city (NONE!) or what state of chaos the airport will be in (ZERO, NADA, fokol!) so we have a quick brunch while we wait for boarding. Just before noon we say goodbye to Marietta and off she goes.

We head out to Masvingo, where the Great Zimbabwe ruins are. The road is very scenic, we drive through many farmlands. It’s only here that we are given the grim reminder of how destructive the Mugabe regimes policies where: large fertile swaths of land untended, derelict farm equipment and irrigation systems just standing in fields, butchered for parts and scrap metal. It’s an interesting feeling, if you didn’t know the country’s history you’d be inspired by the beautiful scene of golden fields of tall growing grass, roads lined with green trees and rolling hills. But of course, we know that we should be looking at endless greenery of various farmlands in full swing. Sad, but again, I feel very confident the good people of Zim will persevere and win out over the bullshit they’ve been subjected to.

It’s quite late when we arrive at the Inn on the Great Zimbabwe. We book into one of the chalets, which is very spacious and a steal at $25 per person. The chalet is self catering, bit lounge and kitchen area, 3 very big rooms, massive bathroom and the estate has well tended gardens, all perched on a hill top overlooking lake Mutirikwi. Annelie catches some shut eye while Mattie and I chat a bit about business, properties and all sorts. He’s given me quite a few interesting ideas for my next round of investments, which I will look into once I’m back in Cape Town.

Dinner is hake fillet and chips in the posh restaurant (no shorts, no slops). We agree to get going by 07:00 tomorrow to explore the Great Zimbabwe ruins, a world heritage site. The location was inhabited by the Shona tribe, who lived in the area around 1200 – 1500 A.D. Should be good.

Highlights: Shifting paradigms without a clutch

Seeing Zim for myself, thank you very much

[G & A], out

Echoes, silence, patience and grace

16 August, Day 64: land lubbers again

Today we’re heading back to Jenny’s place. We’ve reached the end of our journey on the lake but as a recourse for the delayed start we can at least spend more time on board. We manage to squeeze in one last swim and lunch before we reach. Bryan cooked up the last bit of food we have, some lamb cubes, into a very tasty stew which we enjoy with leftover rice.

Around 17:00 we dock back at Jenny’s harbour and begin the arduous task of unloading both ourselves and our gear. Quick photo-op with the crew and we say our thank you’s and goodbyes. Everything is trekked back up to the house and Annelie and I get to repacking slightly so that we can re-arrange the Bullet for the last leg of our journey. Tomorrow we will be heading into Harare, Zimbabwe’s capital city and then through to the airport to drop Marietta off. We’ll also be saying our final farewells to Fanie, Hannelise, Dirk and Marieke, since Fanie will be catching a lift to Lusaka to pick up the Colt, (which they managed to fix up at Moonia’s Uber-Workshoppe, for the low-low price of R16 000! But they couldn’t drive it to the rendezvous point, because, doh!, he forgot to hand them the Carnet for the vehicle. So when they’re stopped (and they WILL be stopped) the cops will think the car stolen. Not a biggie, just a little inconvenient since they have to travel back into Zambia.

Dirk and Marieke will be heading straight on to the border at Beitbridge, and then on to family and friends. So it will be Mattie, myself and Annelie travelling together to South Africa, then hit a day or two in Sun City (very nice resort in SA) after which Mattie too will be going his own way, leaving us the Bullet to drive home.

Tonight though we have a last chance to reminisce about good times, bad times and just plain awesome times!

I’d drink to that.

Highlights: Hard to say. Guess I’m looking forward to getting back home, but it’s a bittersweet since it means the tour is almost over.

[G & A], out

Papa was a gamblin’ man