The African Pride Crystal Towers Hotel and Spa
It took us a while to find it and negotiate some serious N1 traffic, forgetting it was the end of the month and, for some unexplained reason people enjoy shopping in hoards. Crazy.
We collected Dalene and Kelly and then headed for Hout Bay to the Harbour Market
and support Nic who is selling beer on weekends during his vac (that is what "students" do)
A bit early to drink beer with breakfast but we did share a very refreshing Witbier with herbs (different and very nice).
Nic took Amy behind the counter, showed her how to pour a draft in the
hope that she would incur a few more sales (it worked)
There was biltong and samoosa's on sale so Kelly was sorted out as well
And then it was time to head to Kathy for our Thanksgiving lunch. The grey clouds had now blown over but that did not spoil our fun
She had made a Thanksgiving tree with pictures of us all decorated on the it
Her lovely courtyard garden
The stunning wire tree on Kathy's wall
Turkey, chicken, delicious stuffing, potatoes, salad
(sorry I got caught up in the eating and forgot to take more pictures)
Dalene and Chezzi (posing)
and Hayley was there
and "the married one" and his bride arrived with crayfish and tuna
(which became supper)
And I did manage to get one picture of our "Guest of Honour" and new best friend, Hans.
Hans had made the most beautiful photograph coffee table book of his photographs for Dave and Lucie of the wedding for their wedding present. So we oohed and aaahed and told stories of the wedding and guests who misbehaved (and who behaved), we laughed and skinnered and completed the wedding post-mortem. It was the first time we have had time with Dave and Lucie since the wedding, so it was a really great afternoon (evening and night).
When Dalene and Hans started dancing to "Achey Breakey Heart", I knew it was time to leave. She never forgets her dance moves and was trying to get us all to dance around Kathy's kitchen table doing the Achey Breakey steps.
A crazy child. We let her out at times like this because no matter how much fun she has, she cannot leave without tidying up the house and even soaking the dishcloths in Jik (just like Granny Carlson (but she only cleaned up and did not have as much fun)). As we drove off, I spied Kathy with the big black bag of crayfish shells crossing the road to find a neighbour's bin to dispose of the waste.
That's what friends are for!!! Thanks so much Kathryn, you are a most special friend.