"Let's go get some grindage!"

Simeon and I recently spent a divine long weekend in Chintsa East (or Cintsa, according to some), a small village on the Wild Coast of South Africa, in celebration of our 7th Wedding Anniversary (which is, in fact, today...4 April...Happy Anniversary, my bu - you rOcK!)

On our way from East London Airport to Crawford's Cabins in Chintsa, we spotted three cows, standing on a rock on top of a hill which seemed supremely odd. Of course, we had to stop and see what they were doing.

They appeared to be standing perfectly motionless, staring out across the countryside towards the sea. 

In the moment, a memory of an animated series I watched as a child popped into my head: The Wild West C.O.W.-Boys of Moo Mesa. It was as if Marshal Moo Montana and his boys were standing looking out over the land, keeping wary eyes out for Terrorbull and his cronies.

We spent a funtastic weekend in each others' company, chatting; soaking up some rays; swimming in the sea; reading; enjoying the views; walking on the beach; canoeing down a river; playing pool; kite-flying and getting Thai massages (uhmm... ouch!) at the Prana Lodge Spa up the road. And then, all too soon, we were headed back to East London Airport.

Our GPS, loaded with the 'Surfer Dude' voice courtesy of Simeon, told us to: "Hang a left up ahead, open her up and see what's under the hood. Then follow the motor way and chill." 

So we did just that, and ended up at Zhong Hua restaurant, for some pre-flight sushi.

 

Prawn & Avocado California Rolls with Caviar, Salmon Fashion Sandwiches and Prawn Maki.

And so, after a nourishing meal for the body and weekend for the soul, we pulled into the airport parking lot revived. Surfer Dude greeted us warmly with:
"There's no need to thank me, dudes. It's who I am. It's what I do."