So It's monday afternoon, the weather is grey and drizzly (I heart grey and drizzly) I'm sitting on my couch, socks, heater, blanket - chicken casserole in the oven… bliss.
The family and I did a 24 hour joburg excursion to go see the Lion King this weekend. We arrived saturday afternoon to the most stunning weather - heat without humidity, what a luxury! Our tiny Kia on the other hand was just a little unluxurious, with possibly the smallest boot space known to mankind. My (tense) navigational skills managed to get us around, though there were a few unscheduled U-turns.
I was really looking forward to the show, but unsure what to expect compared to the original Broadway show that received such rave reviews. Well. I have never seen anything so amazing in my life. The costumes, the set design, puppetry, lighting, choreography and music was phenomenal. Did you hear me? Phenomenal. Just when I thought, okay THAT was clever, they do something even more astounding. I cannot even begin to express how you need to go see the show! My nephews were wide eyed from the first scene and enjoyed every second. Taylor was loving the music, bopping along to all the songs he recognised. Admittedly, it IS a musical and I could have easily cut 2 songs out, but the dancing and the costumes really made up for it.
Sunday we had a huge buffet breakfast at the hotel before heading out to Rosebank to meet a friend of my sister. We had a quick walk around the market and I can officially say that I can't stand fleamarkets. If you've been to one, you've been to them all. We settled down for lunch at Cranks, a thai slash vietnamese restaurant. The european sounding owner even had a thai bride… I love the plastic plates and tableclothes and OTT decor, I felt like I could be at some street side cafe in the far east. The food was authentic, really tasty fresh flavours, I will so be going there again when I have more time.
We got a little caught up in our glasses of wine in the sun when someone mentioned that it was 2.20pm - our flight was at 3.30pm! I dunno how many more stressed out rush trips I can do to OR Tambo. There is something about that road, I always feel like I am going in the complete wrong direction. I cannot tell you the relief I feel when I see the first aeroplane painted on the road. We eventually arrived and sprinted through the airport to the sounds of our final boarding call. Flipping heck! Luckily we were issued our boarding passes in Durban, otherwise we would never have made it. We were absolutely knackered. We arrived home to a cold grey durban, just in time to catch the Man U v Chelsea match. Don't ask me the final score, I passed out on the couch and woke up after 8pm to The Guardian. What the heck was that movie about?
