THE YUMMiE LIFESTYLE IS EXPENSIVE
On Saturday, Nellie and I went to Zorgvliet
Wine Estate for a picnic lunch.
The setting, in Banhoek near Stellenbosch, is idyllic.
Paradise actually. You can view the pic below –
SA Sights Gallery).
I was not very impressed with the food,
but I contended that people have different tastes.
Thank god that we had received a voucher as a gift from
one of Nellie’s colleagues. Thank you Christine!
If I had to pay the exorbitant price for the lunch it
would not have been that easy to contend.
For R520 for two, we received a basket
that contained a bean salad, a Greek salad, a Potato salad,
two slices of quiche, two wraps cut in half – one
chicken/one beef – three wedges of Camembert, three
small balls of blue cheese, six snacktime biscuits, two
small chocolate brownies, a baguette, a bottle of red
wine and a bottle of water.
We also bought 300ml cans of Appletiser
and Fanta.
At R15 each, a 2ltr bottle would cost R105, I mused.
But, like I said, the setting was idyllic
and we thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
There were not many people and those that were there were
reserved and quiet.
On Sunday we went back to our regular
early morning haunt.
The Sea Point Pavilion.
I have always contended that this is a
magnificent facility, and early morning is never really
busy.
More frequently than not we have to deal with screaming
kids playing ball games, but we usually leave before the
Watermelon people arrive with their furniture and duvets.
And, it only costs R14pp.
On this particular occasion though, a
group of ‘other coloureds’ arrived
about 5min after we did, complete with Watermelon, and
proceeded to set up what resembled a guerrilla camp right
next to us.
They were four women, one man and about
eight children.
They were loud.
The kids were shrieking all the time, and every third
word used by the very loud women was either ‘fok’
or ‘fokken’.
We decided to grin and bear it, but about
half an hour later, one of the overweight women got up
and announced loudly ‘Nou gat ek a mal pis vat in
die pool.’ Literally ‘Now I am going to take
a mad piss in the pool.’
That of course was it, and we left in
disgust.
I am now faced with a dilemma.
One does not need money to be classy,
but one certainly needs money – lots of it –
to avoid the low-class rabble.
R28.00 or R700 (petrol included) every
time I want to enjoy the outdoors and have a swim?
Fok.
I desperately need to adjust my income to suit the Yummie
Lifestyle.
