tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243951812024-03-14T08:55:58.818+02:00net.hierDie Strand. School. University of Stellenbosch. Journalism. Bloemfontein. Volksblad Daily newspaper. Cape Town. Magazines. South Korea. Randomness: Vietnam.michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-5202994154820216722009-02-12T13:56:00.005+02:002009-02-12T14:34:09.063+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Beijing, CHINA 2009</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SZQWBz_zYKI/AAAAAAAABVw/OzMQKuM1S3c/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301886881715413154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SZQWBz_zYKI/AAAAAAAABVw/OzMQKuM1S3c/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SZQWBb4_29I/AAAAAAAABVo/fxvyvYfHJ-A/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301886875244420050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SZQWBb4_29I/AAAAAAAABVo/fxvyvYfHJ-A/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SZQWBWQGqLI/AAAAAAAABVg/ZW6VglxZY0I/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301886873730721970" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Best enjoyed with long walks in the park or numerous hiking trails in the mountains surrounding Seoul.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These photos were taken in my town, 15km south of Seoul.</span></div><br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267389647787663314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SRmG-hH0H9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/HP7CK0GTSlg/s400/IMG_2004.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SRmG_OXYxeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3EcwK0dxNS0/s1600-h/IMG_2009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267389659932575202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SRmG_OXYxeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3EcwK0dxNS0/s400/IMG_2009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267389667510660914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SRmG_qmJLzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H5qy6gfKvjg/s400/DSCN0237.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-35081993346265656712008-11-08T05:09:00.006+02:002019-10-25T17:43:29.607+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-60182532248063586002008-08-18T14:52:00.009+02:002008-08-18T16:15:19.623+02:00<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Seodaemun Prison</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>Inside the History Hall of (what is left of) Seodaemun Prison</strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235840043344142050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SKlwx1xLHuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ShP4cionhJ4/s400/Seodaemun+Prison+August+2008+4.JPG" border="0" /></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">The prison was designed according to a Japanese prison design style. For maximum control over the prison, three cell blocks (or rectangles) flare out from a single central control point.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Prison life</strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In northern Seoul, a tall red brick watchtower rises above an urban area of modern businesses, homes and a subway stop.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Seodaemun prison, a century-old relic of the Japan colonization and terrorization of Korea, uncomfortably tries to blend in with the sprawling city that surrounds it.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It is here where, a hundred years ago, the Japanese imprisoned, tortured and executed Koreans. </span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the early 1900's members of the Korean Independence Movement were working hard to gain Korea's independence. The Japan colonists didn't agree with this rebelliousness. They built dozens of prisons throughout the Korean peninsula - remember, this was before Korea was split in two.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Seodaemun Prison, in northeast Seoul, housed some 40 000 Koreans who were part of the Korean Independence Movement. As the prisons filled up, prisoners were crammed into tiny rooms. Sometimes 7-8 prisoners shared one cell. The cells had one small window, no toilet.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">About 400 of these prisoners didn't survive their time in captivity - most starved to death. Thousands others survived, but with permanent damage to their health.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>From schoolgirl to heroin</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">An orphaned 20-year old Korean girl became one of the most famous former-inmates of Seodaemun prison. Ryu, Gwan-sun's parents were killed by the Japanese. In 1919 she was arrested for protesting with the Korean Independence Movement at Aunae Marketplace. She was first imprisoned in Gonju Prison before being moved to Seodaemun. Shortly after being imprisoned Gwan-sun rallied fellow prisoners into a full-scale prison demonstration against the Japanese. Gwan-sun was moved to solitary confinement in an underground cell, where she was tortured and starved.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You'd think a girl who, at a young age as this could already inspire people to follow her and rise up against their suppressors, would have a bright future ahead of her once Korea gained independence. Unfortunately, the Japanese tortured Ryu, Gwan-sun to death in 1920.</span><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235852558303682530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SKl8KToC3-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Om12px7dX9s/s400/Seodaemun+Prison+August+2008+5.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">With a rich, heroic history such as this, Seodaemun could offer an emotional visit to tourists and Koreans, alike. But the prison has lost much of it's sense of realism and has gained a sense of absurdism and the macabre.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While the red brick buildings still look much as they would've looked 90 years ago, this is only on the outside. And althought the wailing tree outside the execution building tells you more of the suffering of Koreans than any re-enacted video could ever do, this is not enough to save the experience from being over-the-top.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lifesize puppets resembling inmates have arms and heads that move with robotic grace. Tape recorded screams sound from speakers as you walk past these puppets who are in the act of being tortured by a Japanese puppet. Pink blood is splattered over the cell wall, the puppet's hair is out of place and patchy and their faces are frozen in expressions of agonizing pain.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The video hall shows a re-enactment of how the Japanese tortured Korean inmates. The Japanese guy screams and cracks his whip (so to speak) a lot, and gives an evil cackle as he flips the switch to electrocute the Korean who's already bleeding from his nose and ears.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There's also a room where you can experience "torture". In a dark the room you sit on a small wooden chair, stare into a small hole that looks into a dimly lit room where a woman (puppet) is bent over double in pain. Blood stains on her clothes. And then the tape recorded screaming starts. A few seconds later the lights go on, the screaming stops and you feel a little queasy and well, tortured. But not for the right reasons.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The museum is well worth a visit, if you can look past the fairground attractions and rather focus on the historic aspect. It is also cheap, getting you a full pass for $1,50. See the bottom of this article for more visitor information.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235854146287956450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SKl9mvU_8eI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3FS0utmVD9o/s400/Seodaemun+Prison+August+20083.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">The watchtower and red brick wall of the prison enclosure.</span><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235853429681507826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SKl89BwtTfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/g4T8HxfUE0c/s400/Seodaemun+Prison+August+20082.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">The female inmates were imprisoned in these underground solitary cells. Inmates were interrogated and tortured here - these cells were named Ryu Gwan-sun cells after the independence movement's heroin.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235859460459418098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SKmCcEKNUfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aOtwxwyfrR8/s400/Seodaemun+Prison+August+2008+13.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">The wailing tree outside the execution house. On the way to their death, prisoners would hold on to this tree crying, before being dragged off to the house where they were hanged. A hidden tunnel behind the house was used to secretly dispose of the bodies.</span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>VISITORS</strong></span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Opening hours:</strong> Mar - Oct, 09:30 - 18:00<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Nov - Feb, 09:30 - 17:00<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Closed on New Year's Day, Full-moon festival, and every Monday (if the Monday is a public holiday, then the museum is closed the following day).</span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Get there:</strong> Take line 3 (Orange line) to Dongnimmun station, exit 5. Walk straight for two minutes. The prison and Independence park is on your left.</span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.sscmc.or.kr/">http://www.sscmc.or.kr/</a></span></p>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-84512050668648328322008-05-22T16:51:00.003+02:002008-05-22T17:07:50.700+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></span></blockquote>Africans un-unite!</strong> </span></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Afro-pessimissm</strong> (<em>n</em>.) - <strong>1.</strong> the perception of sub-Saharan Africa as a region too riddled with problems for good governance and economic development.</span> </span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>"Is this what I'm feeling," my friend asks from Cape Town. She's worried. This feeling does not sit well with a native of Africa.<br /></strong><br />Afro pessimism. That's what we're feeling. And dammit, it's not like you want to!<br /><br />And to be in a different country, safe and far away from all the doubt and speculation in SA, you feel a little like a pansy. Like you've become one of those people who left SA because they're running from a horrible place with no future.<br />And I don't believe that.<br /><br />But here I am. In Korea. With a perfect transportation system. With a capital city that is the safest in the world. I've seen one homeless person - and he looked reasonably happy, eating a can of tuna with pretty chopstix on his warm blanket in the subway.<br /><br />I want to go back home eventually, but now I'm a little scared to do that. I'm scared to send money home before I've seen the outcome of the next presidential election (what will it do to the exchange rate?).<br /><br />And I partly blame the media - the only time news from SA is important enough to air, it is bad news. So, that's all I hear.<br />Partly I blame afro-pessimism. If you believe something bad is going to happen, it probably will - eventually. And you did nothing to prevent it.<br />But mostly I blame bad government. But this could be a good thing, because governments are changeable and fix-able.<br /><br />So, speak up, change, keep the most beautiful country beautiful and don't lose hope. But most of all don't be a pansy.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">(* Afro-pessimism's definition was found here: </span><a href="http://science.jrank.org/pages/7475/Afropessimism.html"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">http://science.jrank.org/pages/7475/Afropessimism.html</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">)</span></span></div>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-4429789929120841792008-05-15T17:47:00.006+02:002008-08-19T14:16:24.801+02:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">How do you spot a South African in Seoul?</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SKq4Q4DgGLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/R30SsBYFdjc/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236200116836112562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SKq4Q4DgGLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/R30SsBYFdjc/s400/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Well</span></strong>, he’ll be wearing a green apron with a Springbok proudly emblazoned on the chest.</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">As you near him the smell of boerewors braaiing on an open fire will get stronger and the sound of boeremusiek will envelop you.</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">And, of course, you’ll recognise him by the humungus South African flag hanging from a lamppost behind his braai area.</span> </span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="justify"><br />This is a true story.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">This is how I spotted my first South African in South Korea. There were three of them and they were braaiing in a backstreet of Itaewon. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>Boereworsroll, 'seblief?</strong></div><div align="justify">My Korean friend was showing me the pubs and clubs in Itaewon, the foreigner part in Seoul, when my nose picked up the familar scent of a Sunday braai.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">When I saw the braaiers in the distance, my first instinct was to walk up to them and say ‘Howzit, kan ‘n man ‘n boereworsroll kry, asseblief?”.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">But then I realised, us being near an American military base in a part of town that is a sattelite city of America, they would probably be practicing the North American art of BBQ’ing. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I walked around them to avoid hearing the BBQ-men’s thick North American accent which would invade my pleasant daydream of a Sunday braai with the family in the Strand.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">But then the music got to me. I stopped walking, took two steps back, listenend closely...yes, surely....yes, he did, he absolutely did!</div><br /><div align="justify">The guy on the CD sang “meisie, meisie”! And I knew – these ‘okes were homegrown. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">And so was their boerewors, by the way.</div><div align="justify"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236200113385993426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/SKq4QrM7dNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qCy9JOsLOEU/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong>Mom's recipe goes far</strong></div><div align="justify">Made according to an age-old recipe passed down by Moederlief to one of the braaiers.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">In their home in Seoul they also make biltong and droewors to order by homesick expats or foreigners who came to love the dry, salty meat snack. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Unfortunately the next time you’ll be able to walk into the Seventh Heaven that is their boereworsstall, is after the rainy season.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">They don’t do this every weekend. It was part of the international food festival held in Itaewon that weekend. The next one will be in August. Keep your eyes on the Hi Seoul website for more information. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Now, let me turn off this computer and get a piece of locally produced biltong from the fridge...<br /></div></span>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-41772275173505040782007-12-13T11:53:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:17:34.706+02:00<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Michelle's back...</span><br /><br />what i have been up to this past year (see below).<br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Baai-baai volksblad</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EDUlhK2OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C7k-AoJ1iqI/s1600-h/Braai+038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143395901637318882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EDUlhK2OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C7k-AoJ1iqI/s320/Braai+038.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Hallo Cape Town!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EDU1hK2PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fS8PqJSK9Zc/s1600-h/Kampsbaai+sononder.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143395905932286194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EDU1hK2PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fS8PqJSK9Zc/s320/Kampsbaai+sononder.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />mmmm....Clifton<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EIhVhK2eI/AAAAAAAAACM/cgl627C5thU/s1600-h/Clifton+4+barry+rayno+jaco+stefan+en+janine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143401618238790114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EIhVhK2eI/AAAAAAAAACM/cgl627C5thU/s320/Clifton+4+barry+rayno+jaco+stefan+en+janine.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EIiVhK2gI/AAAAAAAAACc/e6HXlwRnM34/s1600-h/IMG_0229.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143401635418659330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EIiVhK2gI/AAAAAAAAACc/e6HXlwRnM34/s320/IMG_0229.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EIi1hK2hI/AAAAAAAAACk/b5eQEA-eCKM/s1600-h/IMG_0235.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143401644008593938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EIi1hK2hI/AAAAAAAAACk/b5eQEA-eCKM/s320/IMG_0235.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EFZ1hK2QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0lukiOi6Ucs/s1600-h/Kampsbaai+ek+gabi+en+ilde.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143398190854887682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EFZ1hK2QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0lukiOi6Ucs/s320/Kampsbaai+ek+gabi+en+ilde.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EIh1hK2fI/AAAAAAAAACU/HsuYQ3WqOeQ/s1600-h/IMG_0224.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143401626828724722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EIh1hK2fI/AAAAAAAAACU/HsuYQ3WqOeQ/s320/IMG_0224.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Vida coffee and jazz-Sundays<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EFaVhK2RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hfy5ofjNcqw/s1600-h/musikante.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143398199444822290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EFaVhK2RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hfy5ofjNcqw/s320/musikante.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Hikes </span>- Table Mountain<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EFa1hK2SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UEP1f2JVgJ4/s1600-h/Bo-op+michelle.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143398208034756898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EFa1hK2SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UEP1f2JVgJ4/s320/Bo-op+michelle.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EFblhK2TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Wkv_Twt9wsE/s1600-h/Waterval+-+michelle.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143398220919658802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EFblhK2TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Wkv_Twt9wsE/s320/Waterval+-+michelle.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Lion's Head<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EFb1hK2UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EaORl-9nqvY/s1600-h/Leeukop+op+pad+af.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143398225214626114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EFb1hK2UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EaORl-9nqvY/s320/Leeukop+op+pad+af.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGHVhK2VI/AAAAAAAAABE/Elg3cIrhywU/s1600-h/Leeukop+geitjie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143398972538935634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGHVhK2VI/AAAAAAAAABE/Elg3cIrhywU/s320/Leeukop+geitjie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGHlhK2WI/AAAAAAAAABM/fEujj_MX-0Y/s1600-h/Clifton+op+pad+bome.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143398976833902946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGHlhK2WI/AAAAAAAAABM/fEujj_MX-0Y/s320/Clifton+op+pad+bome.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Camp's Bay<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGHlhK2XI/AAAAAAAAABU/LUujShS_hhM/s1600-h/Kampsbaai+mich+en+wyn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143398976833902962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGHlhK2XI/AAAAAAAAABU/LUujShS_hhM/s320/Kampsbaai+mich+en+wyn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGH1hK2YI/AAAAAAAAABc/c9hRwR0mfj0/s1600-h/Kampsbaai+ek+en+rach.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143398981128870274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGH1hK2YI/AAAAAAAAABc/c9hRwR0mfj0/s320/Kampsbaai+ek+en+rach.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Kirstenbosch<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGmFhK2aI/AAAAAAAAABs/NlQsNdhuxNc/s1600-h/Kbosch+mich+neem+foto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143399500819913122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGmFhK2aI/AAAAAAAAABs/NlQsNdhuxNc/s320/Kbosch+mich+neem+foto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGmVhK2bI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Sh8jgXRvH4M/s1600-h/Kirstenbosch+marigolds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143399505114880434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGmVhK2bI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Sh8jgXRvH4M/s320/Kirstenbosch+marigolds.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGmlhK2cI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4DAiGZMC1Bw/s1600-h/Kirstenbosch+piekniek+plek.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143399509409847746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGmlhK2cI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4DAiGZMC1Bw/s320/Kirstenbosch+piekniek+plek.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGmlhK2dI/AAAAAAAAACE/PDuwsdKfxww/s1600-h/Kirstenbosch+voete.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143399509409847762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PQniAObZTYY/R2EGmlhK2dI/AAAAAAAAACE/PDuwsdKfxww/s320/Kirstenbosch+voete.jpg" border="0" /></a>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-39733245035548818412007-03-02T11:03:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:37:26.251+02:00<a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/407610341_2a935dcf66_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/407610341_2a935dcf66_o.jpg" border="0" /></a>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-77813995134246645642007-03-02T10:55:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:38:57.977+02:00<a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/405458358_76dde086ee_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/405458358_76dde086ee_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/405458356_c9977fb01f_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/405458356_c9977fb01f_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Camps Bay Sunday, from the left: CP, Letje, Reino and me.michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-87893963409689941162007-01-05T16:59:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:48:22.039+02:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#999999;">********</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">Summer</span><span style="color:#999999;">********</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Half a month<br />Two weeks<br />14 Days</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>a</strong> long coastal holiday. one of the bests so far.</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>it </strong>began one Christmas Eve.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>it</strong> started in Onrus and then Rach and I headed to Mossel Bay, but every Christmas holiday starts with a Christmas story. So let's start there</span><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/346650011_6a022bd186_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/346650011_6a022bd186_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Christmas table, Christmas dinner</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>see</strong> the wooden doorframe in the background, newly lacquered?<br />that was how I entertained myself one Saturday night at home.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/346650027_6dd3c88835_b.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>mom's trifle. dad's last drop of whiskey and cape velvet.</strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></p><p align="center"></span><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/346650018_bed06777a9_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/346650018_bed06777a9_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <strong>prezzies</strong>...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">******</span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Michelle andRachelle</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#009900;">******</span></strong></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Onrus...N2...Mosselbaai...Stanford-flyby...Onrus.</span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>rachelle</strong> was visiting from Korea.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>our </strong>parents' homes and holiday homes were our holiday HQ.</span></div><div align="left"></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/346648049_bc1750fa0c_o.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:verdana;">halfway to mossel bay on the N2.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/346648054_037df51a5c_b.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Rachelle </strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>100m </strong>after turning off the N2 to take the backroad through Stanford. </span></p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/346650021_73f1c61eaf_o.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>nuns don't need luck. </strong></span></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/346644211_d2fcbdc8e7_o.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Gouritsriver bridge... a.k.a BriDgE SwInG a.k.a that which turns big men into big babies...</strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Hermanus</strong> </span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/346644217_540c0ced17_o.jpg" border="0" /></div><p></p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/346650029_19f2d521e2_b.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>rach at the car that wouldn't go into reverse. </strong></span><br /></p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/346648045_bf4d8b401d_o.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/346648047_6c7442bcd5_o.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>the descent... horisontally on Hoy's hill</strong></span></p><p align="left"><p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/346644222_f050f53238_b.jpg" border="0" /><p></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>not too spooky...<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">The grave site of Mr. and Mrs. Hoy</span></p>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1165937097993236912006-12-12T17:19:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:49:31.722+02:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Animals</span></strong></div><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/125/320507192_a81172e651_o.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the longer you pat the harder she purrrrs.</span><a href="http://static.flickr.com/133/320507198_6bc68f0ee5_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/133/320507198_6bc68f0ee5_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://static.flickr.com/133/320507200_78501621f7_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/133/320507200_78501621f7_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Rooikat</span></div>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1162041216854448292006-10-28T15:03:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:50:50.684+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Battle of the Bands - Kovsie campus<br /></strong></span><a href="http://static.flickr.com/115/281271304_7f5eb33d2d_o.jpg"></div><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/115/281271304_7f5eb33d2d_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/87/281271310_463911eb0c_o.jpg" border="0" /> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/80/281271307_3c467a1324_o.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>in the architecture faculty between sets. thinking of better light settings and keeping Anine out of work.</strong></span><a href="http://static.flickr.com/122/281271312_9fa0cdaef5_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/122/281271312_9fa0cdaef5_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><br /></span></strong><br /></p>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1161287453831302722006-10-19T20:10:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:51:55.053+02:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Oranje, blanje.. it's a tie</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Currie Cup final 2006</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><a href="http://static.flickr.com/105/273835014_89f618808e_b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/105/273835014_89f618808e_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/102/273835021_378d7ccd17_b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/102/273835021_378d7ccd17_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> </strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>From left:</strong> Jana, Alet, Anine and me in Vodacompark, Bloemfontein.<br /></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/115/273835024_346b0db8ec_o.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/101/273835029_c30b684c0f_o.jpg" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/91/273835017_5c699fe3f6_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/91/273835017_5c699fe3f6_o.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Oranje, blanje blou<br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Published: Volksblad, 14 Oktober 2006</span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>SOOS</strong> jy vandag hier sit en hierdie koerant lees, is jy een van twee soorte mense. Jy is ’n mens mét ’n rugbykaartjie, of jy is ’n mens sónder ’n rugbykaar­tjie.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Dié</strong> rubriek is vir die laasgenoemde soort mense bedoel. Of nog erger, vir die mense wat nou hul koppie vroegoggend-koffie eenkant toe skuif en wonder: “Watter rugby?”</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Want</strong> jy bevind jouself dalk vandag in ’n stad waar hulle die paaie oranje sou teer, as hulle net vroeër daaraan gedink het.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>In</strong> die provinsie waar ’n man sy kar oranje geverf het, ’n ander man sy vark oranje geverf het en twee vroue in oranje-katpakkies vir rugbykaartjies in die plaaslike mall gebedel het.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>En</strong> moenie vergeet nie van die man wat al sy lewensideale bereik het as die Cheetahs vandag die Blou Bulle vermorsel.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>So</strong>, wat doen jy vandag as jy nie in die stadion gaan sit en rugby kyk nie? Wát doen jy?Wel, jy onthaal gaste. Familie, verlangse familie en die ou saam wat jy 30 jaar laas gesien het toe julle saam aangemeld het vir diensplig.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Hulle</strong> sal nie te veel moeite wees nie. Hulle het waarskynlik rugbykaartjies in die hande gekry (die sluikhandel floreer sedert Dinsdag – daardie rugbyunie doen darem iets vir werkskepping) en gaan die meeste van die dag ín die stadion deurbring.</span></p><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Verraad....</span></strong></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Die</strong> moeilikheid kom vir daardie Vrystaters wat staats- . . . . skuus, provinsiale verraad pleeg. Hulle wat Blou Bul- ondersteuners huisves. Sonde.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Jy</strong> kan nog jou goeie naam red van skande. Of oranje-vergelding.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Lê</strong> ’n paar huisreëls neer: geen Blou Bul-vlae groter as ’n poskaart word op jou erf toegelaat nie. En as hulle dit móét rondwaai, dan net binnenshuis.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Ingeval</strong> jou bure snuf in die neus kry (want waar ’n rokie trek, ruik jou bure dit eerste), maak seker jy is uitgerus in jou oranjeste pakkie. En net om seker te maak jou kollegas gluur jou nie Maandag aan as jy vir werk aanmeld nie – neem ’n cheetah aan.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Of</strong> maak ’n groot bohaai van die skenking wat jy aan die cheetah-fonds maak. Bel die koerant om ’n foto te kom neem van die oorgroot tjek soos jy dit oorhandig. Sodat die hele provinsie kan lees van jou liefde vir die cheetahs – nuus versprei vinnig.</span></p><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Kerrie, currie, wat?</span></strong></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>As</strong> jy nie eers geweet het vandag is dié Curriebekereindstryd op eie bodem nie . . . uhm, wel. Jou lewe sal waarskynlik aangaan soos gewoonlik. Of beter.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Dis</strong> Saterdag én daar is parkeerplek langs die ingang van die mall. En jy kan 10 minute voor die fliek begin nog ’n kaartjie koop én kies waar jy wil sit, want jy is een van vyf mense in die kine.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Dit</strong> kan lekker romanties wees – tensy jou ou of meisie 16:00 hul selfone afgeskakel het.<br />Jy wonder wat hulle doen?</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Jy</strong> ry in Dan Pienaarrylaan af en wonder waar al die mense is. Swenk uit vir ’n tolbos wat alleen oor die verlate pad waai.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Nou</strong> is jy in Nelson Mandelarylaan. Wel, jy dink dit is Nelson Mandelarylaan. Maar daar’s oranje-vlae, oranje-baniere en oranje-papier om alles gedraai.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Die </strong>Prins van Oranje moet terug wees. Nederland is besig om ons in te val!<br />Jy draai om en ry Tempe toe om die weermag te waarsku. Hulle lag vir jou.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Dis</strong> rugby. Waar is jy? </span></p>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1159950919659142132006-10-04T10:32:00.000+02:002006-10-04T10:35:19.660+02:00<a href="http://static.flickr.com/119/260485350_72e7269594_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/119/260485350_72e7269594_o.jpg" border="0" /></a>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1159818176434829512006-10-02T21:41:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:52:41.033+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://static.flickr.com/114/258945179_7cc1041475_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/114/258945179_7cc1041475_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Woodstock the VIII'th</span></strong><a href="http://static.flickr.com/114/258885313_1b9014a2ba_o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/114/258885313_1b9014a2ba_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/90/258885321_d6e4dd281b_o.jpg" border="0" /></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/118/258945168_0919725df4_o.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/119/258885327_59ecb47d8d_o.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/117/258885335_10031751dc_o.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/258885331_8da722b419_o.jpg" border="0" /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><strong>The bands are from top to bottom</strong>: Fuzigish, 16 Stitch, The Finkelsteins and Fuzigish again.</span></div>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1159029642617751342006-09-23T18:37:00.000+02:002006-09-23T18:43:02.203+02:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Is there such a thing as a human heart?</span></strong></div><div align="center">Well, if you listen close enough you can hear them break.</div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;">- imaginary heroes</span></em></strong></div>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1158495854316462842006-09-17T14:14:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:53:12.475+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/supporters.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/supporters.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"> <strong>Rugby.. whoohoo!</strong></span></div><strong>From the left</strong> Danél, Joy, Magdel, Jana, meme, Maradine.<br /><div align="center"><strong>Province vs Vrystaat.</strong></div>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1157040774738273872006-08-31T18:02:00.000+02:002006-08-31T18:12:55.466+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/IMG_1570.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/IMG_1570.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#666666;">I'LL FOLLOW YOU INTO THE DARK<br /></span></strong><span style="color:#999999;">- death cab for cutie</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">Love of mine<br />Someday you will die<br />But I'll be close behind<br />i'll follow you into the dark</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#666666;">No blinding light<br />Or tunnels to gates of white<br />Just our hands clasped so tight<br />Waiting for the hint of a spark</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#666666;">If heaven and hell decide<br />that they both are satisfied<br />Illuminate the nose<br />on their vacancy signs</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#666666;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#666666;">If there's no one beside you<br />when your soul embarks<br />Then i'll follow you into the dark</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#666666;">And catholic school<br />as vicious as Roman rule<br />I got my knuckles bruised<br />by a lady in black</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#666666;">And i held my tongue<br />As she told me 'son,<br />fear is the heart of love'<br />So I never went back</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><em>CHORUS</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#666666;">You and me<br />Have seen everything to see<br />From Bangkok to Calgary.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#666666;">And the soles of your shoes<br />Are all worn down<br />The time for sleep is now</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">There's nothing to cry about<br />Cause we'll hold each other soon<br />In the blackest of rooms</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><em>CHORUS</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Then I'll follow you into the dark</span></div>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1156770611985788062006-08-28T15:03:00.002+02:002008-08-18T16:55:14.847+02:00<a href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/ARMY15.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/ARMY15.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Army...</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Media </strong>military spent the day together.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Here </strong>we are on our way to the Oryx-helicopter that would take us to a military exercise 14km's outside of town.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><a href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/ARMY11.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/ARMY11.jpg" border="0" /></a></span>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1151832980149342432006-07-02T11:24:00.000+02:002006-07-02T11:36:20.163+02:00<a href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/20060701_Skater_kind.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/20060701_Skater_kind.jpg" border="0" /></a>"Vreesloos", sê een toeskouer.<br />"Pret en ’n uitdrukking van vryheid," sê die <em>skateboarder</em>.<br />Die geluid van talle <em>flips</em> en <em>grinds</em> het die naweek vanaf Mimosa Mall in Bloemfontein se parkeerarea opgeklink toe <em>skateboarders</em> van "<em>all</em> <em>over</em>" bymekaargekom het om mekaar se vernuf in die Billabong/Revolution Skating kompetisie uit te daag.<br />Skateboards is geknak, ’n staalramp is gebreek en ’n hele paar bloukolle en skrape is opgedoen.<br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">to be continued... moet eers koffie gaan maak, sorry. Sondagoggend by die werk..</span>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1151078324812752782006-06-23T17:54:00.002+02:002008-08-18T16:54:56.099+02:00<p align="center"><a href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/MrBottomley.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/MrBottomley.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="color:#993300;">Mr Bottomley enjoyed a healthy cup of steaming coffee in the local Wimpy situated near the N1 outside of Bloemfontein. We met there for some nostalgia, nicotine and caffeine.</span>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1150115045704757372006-06-12T14:19:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:56:47.567+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/Kovsiegeldinsameling.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/Kovsiegeldinsameling.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Kovsie-Jool fund raiser</strong></div>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1150110676800412672006-06-12T13:02:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:58:00.812+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/SwartWitvoorflat.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/SwartWitvoorflat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">In front of our Bloemfontein flat. I was sitting on the staircase with a cup of coffee, a beanie on my head, gloves and a suede jacket with sheep's fur. And I was still cold.</span></div>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1149505626810285962006-06-05T13:04:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:58:19.985+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/20060605_0314.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/20060605_0314.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Voyeur </strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>home</strong><br /></span></div>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24395181.post-1149505172387433482006-06-05T12:56:00.001+02:002008-08-18T16:58:38.265+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/20060605_0329.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/michelleviljoen/20060605_0329.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>michhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07579701469591505743noreply@blogger.com0