I thought I’d quickly share with you the wonder that is “Marcel the shell with shoes on’ by Dean Fleisher-Camp. It’s just so funny!
I thought I’d quickly share with you the wonder that is “Marcel the shell with shoes on’ by Dean Fleisher-Camp. It’s just so funny!
If you read my blog often you’ll know that I am quite peaceful vegetarian and don’t push my dietary choices on anyone else, ever. From time to time, though, I do need to have a rant at the ignorance of others towards vegetarianism.
I am a firm believer in accommodating others’ beliefs and most people generally are too…except when it comes to vegetarians. It’s like as soon as you utter the ‘V’ word, you become a disgrace to society and a disappointment to the human race. If certain religious beliefs require you to abstain from certain foods, e.g. Pork in the Jewish faith, how is this acceptable to others whereas vegetarianism is not?
From now on I’ll just call it ‘V’ so as not to offend anyone. Like the ‘F’ word sounds much more PC than swearing directly on my blog.
I think it is far more difficult in a rampant meat-eating country like South Africa to have a non-meat diet, which is why you lucky readers get to hear my rants from time to time.
I’m at a beautiful resort in the Transkei at the moment, which I’ll blog about when I’m back, with fully catered meals 3 times a day. The mass of food is insane, and the variety is crazy…yet I am still struggling to have a healthy ‘V’ diet here.
Any other ‘V’s out there will know how this is so, as the mentality seems to be: ‘What should we feed these stupid ‘V’s? I know, whatever we would feed the ‘normal’ people, but without the meat.’
So we end up with side veggies and potatoes most of the time (Oh ‘F’, should I have used the ‘V’ for that too?). Or a ‘V’ pasta with leftover veggies and loads of oil tossed in pasta. Or some sort of pasta bake drowned in a creamy cheese sauce. Or my personal FAVOURITE…spinach and feta in some sort of oily pastry.
I may be a bit dramatic in this post, but it honestly does not make sense to me. Generally speaking, ‘V’s are health-conscious people, so why would caterers want to feed us such rich and starchy rubbish?
In a world that is falling apart and being raped of resources (much of this is attributed to meat production) many people are already more socially aware of their impact on the environment and their general health. Where is South Africa in this debate? Nowhere.
At least be accommodating of other people’s beliefs and lifestyles, whatever they are. It helps. A lot.
On that note, let’s all go hug a tree and pray for a ‘V’.
Silly story, but keen to know if any of you ladies have ever changed a tyre in your lives? On your own?
I had a flat tyre this morning, which I only noticed upon arrival at the gym. I promptly decided to forget about it, have my work out and then find a boy to help. During my spinning class, I decided that that is rubbish and I’m pretty sure I could do it myself. It’s really not that complicated.
So I did a quick google of ‘how to change a tyre’ before leaving the gym and set off to do the deed with my post-spinning gung-ho attitude. The security guard offered to help but I refused, saying ‘I’ve got it thanks, it’s not that difficult’.
I got as far as trying to get the wheel nuts off. Not one budged. At all.
So the still-hovering security guard jumped to the rescue.
We do need these silly men after all.
Since the Kings of Leon concert in Jozi on Saturday, the mixed reviews and the ‘they rocked my world’ vs ‘they sucked’ banter continues. I’m feeling left out so I thought I’d add my own to the pot.
So let’s start with the build-up…
Seeing that they cancelled their show in April, fans have been waiting for months in anticipation for some good ol’ American rock to grace our beautiful FNB stadium (Soccer City). The marketing around this event was really good. All you heard for weeks before the concert was ‘Kings of Leon’ ‘Kings of Leon’ Kings of Leon’. It was great to see how well social media was used for this event as well and it reinforces my passion for business in the social space! Nokia had some decent ‘Kings of Leon trivia’ going on their blog, 5fm was punting the event and the sponsors like crazy and Twitter was alive with the KOL buzz.
Excellent so far.
Once at the stadium (seems like all transport facilities worked out very well), the supporting SA bands were excellent! I only arrived at the end of Shadowclub‘s set, but they were brilliant! Die Heuwels Fantasties, although not my kind of thing, had such an energetic stage presence, it actually didn’t matter that half the time I didn’t know what they were singing.
Enter the Kings.
Amazing stage, screens and lighting. A+ for sound quality and performance by them, but on stage presence they get an F. They performed technically perfectly and sounded exactly like they do on their recorded albums, but I did find myself letting out a yawn or four. The fireworks display at the end of the show did redeem them, though, I must say.
So technically, yes, they were brilliant, but in personality, yes, they sucked.
That is my 2 cents worth of this debate. Feel free to leave your comments and have your say too.
This weekend the manimal took us away to Riverman Cabins in the Tonteldoos Valley, just outside of Dullstroom for a much-needed escape from the crazy of the city. An old farm with tranquil guesthouses, complete with lambs, cows, two trusty greyhounds and some fishing dams did the trick.
I’ve said it plenty of times before and I’ll say it again here…are you listening carefully…we live in the most beautiful country in the world!
I could spend the rest of my life exploring South Africa and the diverse surroundings and nature that most of us take for granted. Around every corner is something new and delicious to explore and enjoy. This last little holiday reinforced that for me.
Dullstroom is a quaint little town just outside of Middelberg with small arty shops, pubs, chocolatier, trout shops etc. Oh and of course a cheese shop! I would never miss that. The actual cheese farm, Bergen Cheese, is in Tonteldoos – about 10 minutes from Dullstroom and is also a restaurant (with cheese mentioned a lot of the menu, of course!). The cheese farm offers tours where they show you how the cheese is made, but the cheese maker was away and I didn’t get to experience it 🙁
Tonteldoos is really tiny and there’s not much to mention about it, but there are plenty of trout farms for fishing if that’s what you’re into, otherwise some serious chilling is on the cards in a beautiful landscape.
There are also plenty of interesting farm roads for mountain-biking, which I tried my hand (poor aching legs) at…I think I nearly died! Spinning is a walk in the park, but actual mountain biking…that’s another freaking story!
I also tried my hand at pulling a fish hook out of the manimal’s head…it appears that I’m not so good at that either.
Okay, enough babbling…the point is that it was such a nice getaway, not that far out of Jozi – only about 3 hours max, and…yes you guessed it… I Heart South Africa!
Go and explore!
I came across ihadcancer.com yesterday and just had to share it on my blog. It’s a social network for cancer survivors, fighters and supporters that provides an opportunity to connect with other people going through the same struggles that you are and a space for you to share.
I’ve never written about my mom’s constant struggle with breast cancer and this provides the perfect opportunity to let off some ‘cancer steam’.
I particularly like the section called ‘Dear Cancer’ which will be hearing from me soon! This is where you can literally send a message to cancer. Reading some of these messages are really heart-wrenching, but they also show the strength of the human character when faced with something so vicious and merciless.
If you are affected by cancer, directly or indirectly, I encourage you to join this network and share your stories. You can find me as Popcorncandi if you would like to connect with me there.
We definitely need one of these cinemas in South Africa: Gold Class
I had a really nice evening out with my sister in Sydney as I quickly approach the long haul back home to Jozi.
Dinner, drinks and a movie in comfortable leather lazyboy couches…this is how all cinemas should be! They’ve got it right…go out to see a movie, have the comfort of almost being at home, yet the feeling of something special with dinner and service.
I wait in anticipation for Jozi to get one…
Yesterday was my Australian nephew’s first birthday and we had planned to take him to the beach for a beach day. Now you see, we have had ridiculous rain in New South Wales for the past few days and looks to continue for another good few days. They say that the weather is good here in Aus, but I have yet to see it…every time I come here it seems to be ‘the worst rain we’ve had since 1956’ or something silly like that. I think I’ve been lied to! My bikini still waits…
Seeing that the weather has turned into hell, we decided to venture into Sydney city in the rain to go see the Sydney Aquarium.as Cian’s first birthday outing. Being school holidays here, I was not looking forward to thousands of sugar-crazed kids and fighting to see fish tanks, but I was definitely nicely surprised! The Sydney Aquarium is really amazing and I was blown away by the beauty of the experience.
There are two circular tunnels where you actually walk through the tank, with fish swimming over and around you – like diving without getting wet! The shark tunnel was really unnerving, as the sharks circle you in the tank and you can see every jagged tooth as they swim right up to you. Creepy! The kids loved it though, and little Cian was mesmerised by all the movements and colours swimming around him – it was a really special birthday for the little guy.
If you ever find yourself on this end of the world, go have a look – it really is worth the $35 .
I’m busy spending time with my sister and her family in Sydney, Australia and seeing that they have a gorgeous little one-year old boy (my godson Cian), life tends to revolve around him. Understandably. If I was that cute I’d also have life revolve around me 🙂 No seriously…with a little one like that crawling around, little is left for anything else – especially seeing that he is the busiest baby I have ever seen and doesn’t stop for a second.
We decided that we would get out to the Northern beaches of Sydney today and have a little bit of beach time. For my sister and I it was complete mayhem trying to get together a car boot full of necessities, feeding, arranging around sleep times, hanging the washing before we leave, remembering to get ourselves dressed etc. For him, it was just another day of attention. We never actually got to play on the beach because the weather turned just as we were ready to start the party, so we got back in the car and went home…gofigure. We will try this again soon.
So I thought that I would document this little trip as ‘A day in the life of Cian – the picture diary’.
I recently took some time out and went on my first self-retreat at the Buddhist Retreat Centre, KwaZulu-Natal for some serious R&R after a very stressful period in my life.
This was the first Buddhist Retreat Centre in Africa and attracts people from all corners of the world. It was created by Durban-based Dutch architect Louis van Loon who bought 140 hectares of derelict farmland and turned it into this tranquil paradise.
“Over the next decade he dug up pine seedlings on the roadside and replanted them on the farm to get a fast-growing forest going. Then he added indigenous trees. There are thousands of them now, attracting 160 species of birds, including the endangered blue swallow. For both accomplishments, the centre has been awarded National Heritage status.” Read more: http://www.southafrica.info/travel/cultural/ixopo.htm#ixzz1Y6vdEAAQ
In search of some quiet and some sanity, I definitely chose the best place for that. Although it is called the ‘Buddhist Retreat Centre’, anyone is welcome and your spiritual/religious beliefs are of no consequence. It really is a place of peace and tranquility, and the most divine vegetarian cooking you have ever tasted!
The recipes used have been so widely acclaimed that they have created 2 recipe books from them (Quiet Food: A Recipe for Sanity and The Cake the Buddha Ate: More Quiet Food – both available on Amazon.co.uk, the links will take you there) and completely epitomise healthy, hearty, fresh meals made with care and love. Lots of fresh ingredients are used, a lot of the from their own vegetable garden, and time is taken to ensure that the end effect is wholesome. I’ve tried recipes from both the books and they really are amazing – even my non-vegetarian friends had a taste of some of these and are currently trying to figure out a way to get their husbands to try it without giving it the ‘vegetarian food’ stigma that most South African men believe. (i.e. that all meals need some meat and vegetarian food is merely a starter)
-Try the Malay-style ‘Bobotie’ with the baby caramelised onions (you’ll need both books for that)
My ears were ignited with only the sounds of birds and wind and I smelt flowers wherever I walked. I can’t even remember when last I experienced that. The staff are the most peaceful and friendly people you will meet and every moment there is just soothing.
I managed to do some yoga on my own in the beautiful meditation hall every day, Chi-Kung in the gardens and tried out meditation. Reading and walking were the main activities of the day, with some really stunning walks and view points of the hills and valleys. A run through the forest in the morning was also an amazing experience. My camera was alive as well and it didn’t get much of a break the entire week!
Read my yoga post for a bit of a funnier side to this whole retreat story… Kiss My Asana.
I’d really recommend this for anyone needing a real break from the fast- paced real world – 4 days is a good period for a mid-week self-retreat.
It really was the best thing that I did for myself and without it, I’m sure I’d be in a far less healthy state than I am in right now. We need the time out for our bodies and most importantly, our minds, to recharge every now and then. With people getting stress-related physical and mental illnesses at an alarmingly younger age these days, we need to look after ourselves!