Creating Shadows

I saved up and kept my spending to a minimum just for that night and that night almost ended witha broken heart, but thanks to the kindness of strangers and the understanding of friends, I got to see my favourite South African band, the Parlatones.

The whole affiar started off with me and Justine and my little Nissan 1400. It was ment to be a smooth ride, since I had been to PE once before, but somehow I missed the turn off and we found ourselves in the classic horror road trip. Ok mabe it wasn't that bad, but we did drive right past PE, which should be impossible since PE isn't that small. But what can I saw I'm the steroetypical womwen driver, but I am good with direction, well that is I won't get lost in the same place twice...haha

Well we obviously found our way and got ready to go out and strut our stuff in PE. However when we got there, the tickets were sold out...bummer! I was so upset after that, but Justine was so nice about it. Using her irrassistable rationality to make me feel better about this. (I wuold just like to point out I did look to see where and when I could buy tickets so it was't because I didn't plan ahead.)

Well as the heavens would have it, the owner of the backpackers we were staying at had one extra ticket and he let me have it! So we went together and Justine said she would be ok, even though she did waste an outfit for nothing.

Now we got in and I hated the crowd, don't ever go to Tapas if your not any of the mentioned below,

Bitch
White Rich Trash
Racist

Arrogent

I think you get the drift... Its just like Fairs!

I was even thinking about turning around and leaving, but I had put so much time and money into this that I wasn't going to let a bunch of childish rich children ruine it for me. So I stayed and slowly worked my way to the front, and lost Richard along the way.

I have so much more to say about this trip, but I have to go support a friend, so to be continued...

Richard is the woner of the backpackers by the way...just incase you were wondering.

The Parlatones where undescribable. It is really a treat to see them preform live! Khan is so expressive when he sings, and those blue eyes can be seen from a mile away! It was beatuiful.

So I got to see my favourite band of all time, met some new people and used my charm to get a lift back to the backpackers...there are nice people out there after all.

The next morning Justine and I went down to the beach for a little bit, but the wind (obviously) started to get really strong and the clouds were coming in and looked abit sinster so we headed to Green Acres Shopping Centre. Got lost on the way there too, so typical.

I must say though that when we did find the place it wasn't what we thought it was going to be and that was slightly upsetting, but once inside it was kind of forgotten about.

Well nothing more exciting happens from here, other than Justine being an excellent map reader (must be the geography class in school). Although it felt like a failed trip, I could have stayed a few extra nights. I have decided that maybe after I have finished studying I'll go back packing across South Africa, all I know is that I don't want to be stuck in an office pushing papers...