22 Steps later... a place called Nicon

I will admit i'm quick to judge - but I believe most of you would've also upon seeing the entrance. Purple rain has nothing on this place that would make our favourite (and only) feel right at home -the place is purple, REALLY PURPLE.

The interior would've been acceptable if it wasn't for the purple people that occupied it. And by purple I mean dodge...beyond dodge. Luckily Ocean Basket came to the rescue with a less than impressive platter for one. The wine was good and made up for the average meal.

22 steps, a dodge crowd and an average platter later - I found myself at a friend of a friend's place on a very cozy couch watching She's got the look (don't judge) enjoying juice, even though wine would've been better.

22 Steps Later

Yes, I did count the steps upon entering a 'night club' as the sign read - the fact that it was afternoon should've been warning enough.

I'm leaving on a bus. No jetplane.

Finally! After a year and some months of partying, drama and one hell of a vacation i'm on my way to the bay - Mossel Bay.

Excited? Yes I am, and with good reason i'd say. While the Valley (Robertson) is my hometown and offers familiarity, the Bay offers the unknown, new adventures, new friends and hopefully a new job.

So follow me on my adventures (and non-adventures) as the Bay awaits.