**a new blog address**

Hello peoples...followers...other worldly folk...wherever you are...if you're keen to keep track of my internal GPS in the following weeks...go here http://kabtalk.posterous.com/

It's my new bloggie home...way cooler I think!

See you there :)

KaB

My letter to the Editor in this morning's Cape Times...

Viva Gibbs!

Over and out

KaB

Monsters and credit cards!

At what stage do you draw the line when faced with one of your worst nightmares…I mean, it’s so bad the world is going to end?!?

Adventure shopping is by all means probably one of the most exciting forms of shopping for an inexperienced, eager little backpacker like myself  BUT when faced with one of my life’s treacherous discoveries , the ‘adventurous’ side of me crawled into a little black hole and wished to be sucked into outer space!

*Enter: 10X hand-sized tarantulas…1m away from my paralyzed body and there was NO hole in sight!

What the f-word where they thinking?!? Why, why would Cape Union Mart serve a platter of reality check when I’m dreaming of matching backpacks and hiking shoes with cute little first aid kits and plastic waterproofing bags?!? I mean, here I’m thinking ‘oh goodie, my 10X lip glossies will fit into that little bag in that pack while my Swiss Army Knife will go nicely in that one over there’ when BHAM…10X tarantulas lay in wait for my unsuspecting phobia.

I know you’re probably sitting there wondering…’how is this chick going to cope in South America on a continent riddled with creepy crawlies?!?’ but this is a question I’ll answer midair across the Atlantic Ocean…not while at the ready to swipe credit cards.

Unfortunately, the salesman took the brunt of my fear and was bombarded with ‘what the f-word do you have these here for, are you out of your…why…what…when…but I was here the other day…*can’t breathe, struggling to think blah blah blah’…you get the picture.

Bless his checkered shirt he handled it like the jungle man that he is and directed me in the opposite direction of the 8-eyed evil monsters of doom. Smart move…he had me eating out of his hands what with the sleeping bags, rad backpacks and funky outdoorsy things that I need! Perhaps a stupid move on my part, a few thousands of ronds later, I was yet again the happy little adventurous shopaholic I once was…having lived on the ‘wild side’ for just those few moments, I now realise that I have a rather large problem ahead of me.

Wonder if the jungle man would fit into my backpack…he could be a useful ‘tool’ in hair-raising situations!

Am still baffled that Cape Union Mart would do that to customers…scare them into oblivion and have their little worker bees pounce on money-spending, phobia-ridden freaks. They have quite obviously stepped up the sales game…*sneaky little puff adders!

And so the pre journey continues...tickets are being booked this weekend, gear is being bought and celebrations will be had! I am drenched in excitement...I cannot begin to describe it!

Over and out y'all!

KaB

As every Monday goes...

Why yes, I have! Along with feeling horribly vomitty and disgusting I have paid a visit to the Toilet Monster and planted a big phat hug round his cold, lonely self!

And now I want to go home and hug my own personal toilet..far more hygienic thanks!

I feel like crap...I have no words!

G'bye!

KaB

Living la vida loca

So, after many a day and night of squeezing the proverbial lid shut on my super duper news, I feel the need to burst through the doors of excitement and scream at the top of my lungs…

Voy a América del Sur, bebé!

FYI: Google says that that means ‘I’m going to South America, baby!’

*Surprise

*Cue: castanets (I know that's Spanish as in Spain but they speak Spanish in South America so anyway), Mexican party hats, tango dancing and Rio Carnivals. Can you hear the music?!?

I can just about see myself walking through the streets of Buenos Aires in search of a tango dancing lesson complete with a Diego Somebody – my imagination says he looks like Luc a la Brothers and Sisters thrown in with a bit of Antonia Banderas’ sex appeal…mmm, yummy…and I’m never coming home!

It all started one day when a friend of mine mentioned her travels and the adventurous voice inside of me screamed ‘GO…GO…GO’! And with a little bit of research and emails going back and forth re: where the hell are we going to sleep and what brand of shoe should I buy…I have finally leaped into the adventurous unknown and am swopping my career-girl stilettos for 1X pair of hiking tekkies…temporarily of course!

The parental unit look back at me with raised eyebrows every time I mention it, I mirror their disapproval with ‘why the hell not?!?’

I’m 26 years old…completely unattached and with no responsibilities in the world (except for my kitty cat, car bills, phone bills, medical aid bills and and and)…why the heck should I sit in an office day in and day out dreading the likes of awful traffic EVERY morning? Before I know it, I’ll be eaten alive by Bridget Jones’ Alsatians and life will have whizzed by at the speed of ‘nobody can even remember’! The dad is worried about safety, bar this and he’s excited about the prospects – wonder if he knows my prospecting stems to luscious lips, thick curly dark hair, deep chocolatey brown eyes and a libido that even Dirk Diggler would be jealous of...now that would be livin' la vida loca, right?!? The mom on the other hand, would have kept me locked tight in her womb had she been given the chance! She hates to see her offspring wonder the world without a clue in sight.

But then again, I’m their daughter and if they were normal I wouldn’t be making such a risqué leap. I mean, my folks are rockers for goodness sake…they even dabbled in hippiedom for a while…these people led the risk revolution back in the heyday of Springs (Gauteng)! Me, going to South America is a walk in the park in comparison!

So right now, I’m planning the smallest of details…right down to:

What size backpack (and make) to use. Did you know that you get 50L, 65L and 80L packs. Apparently the 80L can take up to 80kgs –my question to the salesman was ‘what the hell would anyone want to carry that amount of weight on their back for?!?’ I think he thought I was a moron…what with my pretty little summery dress, make up, perfectly in place hairdo and cutsie little fashionable sandals!

Brands of tekkies – Apparently your backpack size and weight effects the sole/ rubber of the shoe so you have to take this all into consideration before you even buy the damn things! And here I was thinking about colour matching and looking all girly what with the purple/ safari green backpack and pink themed hiking boots…now I have to think about practicalities…ohemgee! I’ve already broken a sweat just thinking about it again!

Next are shots…I need to have shots for Yellow Fever, Hep B, Rabies (because I’m going to be working on animal projects in the Amazon potentiall…yay me!) and possibly for one or two other weird jungle type diseases. So when do I mention that I hate needles?!?’

There is just so much to do it’s far too exciting for words…and every time I have to do them I take a step in the direction of South America. We start in Cusco, Peru on the Inca Trail, for now at least! And of course more wonderful tales and imaginary escapades will be shared before and during my jungle-ridden, party-driven, wine-infested adventures! I intend to write, write, write about everything!

More to follow!

Have a wonderful weekend y’all…think big, do big and be great!

Oh, and one more thing…go PROVINCE! Come on boys!!!

Over & out


KaB

Some lendin' and some lovin'...

Doin' a bit more lendin' today...I love me my daily dose of 'Being Brazen'...and after replying to her blog post, thought I'd let y'all know as well!

Why not, eh?!?

1. Today I feel...slightly drunk! Quick jug-o-margarita at Fat Cactus for lunch has sent me tipsy and wanting to either go straight to bed or right back to the Cactus for rounds 2, 3 and 10!

2. Last night I...watched 'My sister's keeper' again...and cried, again!

3. What's the best thing that happened this week? I was told that my company would give me an extended leave of absence so that I may go backpacking through South America for 3 months from Dec onwards...totally shocked and surprised, extremely happy as well cos I like my life and don't want to see it change while away!

4. Right now I would really like...to write, write and write some more! I want to write for a living, publish children's books, fun, fearless, female columns and just know that I'm super happy doing what I love most! Come to think of it, I'd also like to be kerfooflin with a super hot gentleman stranger Argentinian tango-dancing polo-playing sex machine...mmm...soon, perhaps?!?

5. Describe yourself in one word, quote or lyric: "Nobody puts Baby in the corner!" - Patrick Swayze a la Dirty Dancing...I don't shut up, don't listen to people and certainly do not like being the one in the corner! Bring on the shexy time dancing with studs like Johnny Castle! *am already singing along to...'Had the time of my life!' accompanied by smoothe moves and wiggling hips!

6. Do you dress up for halloween? Gawd no...not my thing although I do like to celebrate...so will be celebrating halloween :)

*goodie...that was fun! Now, if only I could wash this down with a bit of margarita mix, the day would be way more fun!
 
Rock the funbus y'all and have a margie while doing so :)
 
Over & out
 
KaB

Food for thought

My name is Keighley and I eat meat *cue shameful, guilt-ridden anonymous greetings. Welcome to my version of ‘meat-eaters rehab’. Where I have been involved in group discussions, visits to the snack counter and countless glasses of white wine to wash the topic of conversation down, I still remain carnivorous and constantly fight an internal battle of ethics, choice, hypocrisy and tantalizing taste buds.

Typically South African, I was born and bred on the staple diet of Saturday afternoon braais served with an entrée of rugby matches and yummy treats like biltong and boerewors rolls. Growing up I was more interested in riding my pink BMX, playing Marco Polo in the pool and dressing my Barbie dolls to never  question the food my folks put on the table (it was usually healthy, they never encouraged fast foods and so it’s never been a favourite of mine…thank goodness). Enter a very close friend, a very interesting book and a more informed conscience, and I now face the proverbial mountain of ethical eating.

I’ve heard people say that a book has changed their lives and for the most part, have generally thought that they must be easily swayed by a few pages but as fate would have it, I find myself saying the exact same thing nowadays. Jonathan Safran Foer’s  ‘Eating Animals’ is pretty much the story of why he does and doesn’t eat meat combined with years of research and pages of opinions from all sorts of interesting people both involved in and outside of the food industry. After reading the book and through some independent research, I am shocked that the lid has been kept on a ‘heated’ industry that continues to steer the inhumane treatment of animals, and remains one of the most lucrative forms of business in today’s day and age. To be honest, I still eat meat BUT I am far more conscious of what I’m eating, where it comes from and how often I eat it. I no longer eat chicken and have not for months, barely touch pork and only rarely eat beef and lamb. I am slowly turning a blind eye to meat, do not eat it in restaurants (at all) and continue to test my habits through days of eating only vegetables and fruits, which surprisingly always remain yummy and scrumptious.

For me, the change has come in the form of the treatment of animals. To say that I am an animal lover is an understatement, and after reading ‘Eating Animals’ I have never been more exposed to the true meaning of eating meat than I was during the time of reading this book. I was, and still am, mortified. What gives you and me the right to eat animals? Most fall back on, and genuinely believe that because our ancestors were hunter gatherers, it is in our genes and is intrinsic to our survival. This excuse is not acceptable. Our ancestors did not live in a world where the mass production of our food stems from the backbone of genetically modifying the DNA of cows, chickens, pigs and sheep to cater for increased stocks on supermarket shelves. No, our ancestors battled it out with animals and put their lives on the line so that they could feed their family and tribe. I hardly doubt the roast chicken posed threatening in the middle of the Woolworths aisle when picked from hundreds of exactly packaged birds. And the reasoning of ‘well, we’re at the top of the food chain’ certainly holds no ground because we’ve manipulated an industry into playing God and in producing more and more and more ad infinitum, so in essence we are not at the top of our game! For me, it was a question of truly understanding my, now questionable, eating habits and the uninformed choices I have made throughout my life.  

There are a few more factors that have helped me along my ‘rehabitual’ path such as the hormones pumped into animals, the ways that they are slaughtered to the fake labeling found on so much of our packaging – there really is no watchdog for organic and free range meats…just a little FYI! Thankfully, I feel enlightened and finally understand why more and more people are slowly turning towards the veggie way of life. I’ll be the first to comment that I’m a hypocrite because I continue to eat meat but it’s a fight I have with myself every time my taste buds reawaken at the sight of a medium-rare fillet or the smell of Sunday morning’s breakfast sizzling away a la bacon buttie. But the more and more I take a bite out of reality, the more I’m faced with swallowing the cold, hard facts that what I’m doing is inadvertently supporting a way of life that supersedes the well-being of animals and to do such a thing is tantamount to supporting an industry that so often leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

I highly recommend reading ‘Eating Animals’ and conducting a little of your own independent research, if not to stop eating meat, at least having come to that decision knowing full well how animals are treated, the process by which your meal makes its way onto your plate and in the billion dollar industry that we find ourselves unwillingly supporting.

If you're interested in reading about vegetarianism or just the general ins and outs of a healthy lifestyle...where to shop for organic products and the who's who in the zoo of opinions, latest news and interesting articles, visit http://veggie.kmoonitee.net/. It's a fantastic site with a new approach to healthier way of life...I highly suggest taking a peek and giving your thoughts on a number of the various issues. I hope to contribute more to this site, especially as I am trying to approach my eating habits from a different perspective.

Over and out y'all!

KaB

Today, I like...

1. Saucy, yummy 'can't sing ever, at all!' Enrique's 'I like it'...it's on replay as I write this post...whooooohoooo!
2. Cape Town...da Mother City...the most gorgeous city on earth...my home...our mountain...it's table-like, did ya know?!? Yup, Capetonians are simply the luckiest pigs in shit what with this city being our home and all! *I like it!*
3. My muffin...*cough*...the baked version! It's bran, squishy and freshly-made with delicious, ripe raisins and other yummo things...mmm...scrumpdiliumptious!
4. Friends...special people they are! Consistent as shit...fantastic! I love all y'all :)
5. Birthdays...it's so many people's birthdays...this means celebrations and far too much funness aboard the funbus! To all my friends, heppi birthday! You share your special day with Snoop Dog, Tom Petty and Danni Minogue...mmm...Snoop's the only cool one in the bunch...so in his words..."drop it like it's hot!"

What happened today in 'Music History' many, many years ago...
1954 - The musical "Peter Pan" opened.
1973 - The Sydney Opera house officially opened.
1980 - U2's first album, "Boy", was released.


Have a fab day y'all!

Over and out!

KaB

Barrack Obama said...

Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek!

If you could change 5 things…whatever they may be…what would you choose?!?

Me…

1)   Humanity – as much as this may sound like a cliché I highly doubt many people think about this what with their rat race lives and the constant speed race that we find ourselves in…*I don’t know about you but I’m horrified that Christmas is a few weeks away!* Over the last few months I have become emotionally infuriated, frustrated and saddened by people and the things they do…or don’t do! I wish upon stars and cross all fingers and toes hoping that one day you and me will stand up against what has become acceptable in society and play the modern day role of activist to help ‘change’ along it’s way. People are money-driven and selfish, governments are draconian and greedy and all the while we are ignoring the most important things in our lives, turning a blind eye to what we have told ourselves to believe is ‘too difficult to change’ or worse‘it doesn’t involve me’! The fact that we’re (most of us) healthy and alive, that we are surrounded by our loved ones, that we’re lucky to have had an education and accomplished personal goals, and (very close to my heart) that we’re here to share and explore an environment with magnificent wildlife are tantamount to finding your passion in life, promoting awareness and initiating change! You can…that’s all that is important! I would love to change people’s perceptions and see humanity make the world a better place for humans and animals alike!

2)   Our government…no really I would! I wish that the ANC today was as instrumental as they were back in the hey day when Madiba was our President. I was proud of our government…I was proud to be a South African…today, not so much! What with incompetency, lack of service delivery, corruption, fraud and generally the injustice of the people of South Africa, I resent the current leaders in office! What happened to leading by example, to democracy (a Utopian concept by all arguments) and to providing equality to all South African people no matter race, gender or your bank balance?!? What with all this Media Freedom, protection of the Information Act mumbo jumbo, that bafoon Julius Malema and his moronic chirps to R29m fraud in local government in the Eastern Cape…I cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel! It’s all so depressing…I want to escape!

3)   Taxes…I loathe and despise being taxed (especially when I hear it’s going into the back pockets of fat cats and its cronies!). I hate seeing all my hard earned money sucked out of my reach…the shoes, the pretty floral dresses and the rest of the delicious wines that I could not get my hands onto! Argh…*the disappointment! Come pay day I feel like a deflated balloon hanging in the balance what with a smidgen of air to keep me afloat! What a horrible, sad little image!

4)   Visits to the dentist! Last week I visited *Mr Hot Dentist and had to force my eyes closed while he drilled, fiddled about and fixed the insides of my mouth! This was a problem what with spit, drooling, a fighting tongue, wide open mouth and lips stretched to all corners...it left me perplexed and unsure as to how I would deliver a flirtacious line in said unfortunate situation! How?!? I guess, come my second dreaded visit in the next 2 weeks, I’ll have to flutter my eyelashes all Betty-Boo like in hope that I’ll attract his ‘wondering eye’  while he's drilling away in my mouth! **Pity he’s married…humpf!

5)   The Cadbury Ostrich ad – I don’t get it and it annoys me…has the penny dropped for any of y’all and do you get the point of this ridiculous piece of advertising?!? *Bizarre!

Wonder what's ahead of tomorrow's wishful thinking?!? What would you change?!?

Over and out y'all!

KaB

This weekend...

1. Was a yummy weekend full of delicious, scrumpdiliumptious foodies...it was the sister's bday and we went to this little gem of a restaurant 'Gaatijie' in Paternoster...ohemgee deliciously tantalising, mouth-watering foodies! Goodness gracious! Home-made Sheperd's Pie for cold, wintery weather yummies made Sunday's curling on the couch even better!
2. I saw two pigs going at it...at a bush pub called 'Varkvlakgat' along the West Coast Road...very interesting and extremely amusing when piddled and in a car full of inebriated peoples!
3. I watched the latest Grey's Anatomy right out of the US...*brilliant, it's all I'm going to say!
4. I saw my long-last friend who was stolen by the Australians...*criminals*...my oldest friend finally came home to pay tribute to the mountain, dude! More great food, even greater margaritas and fantastic company! I look forward to our wine 'tour' (the posh version of 'piss up') on Wednesday :)
5. Sported sunshiney, happy, summery weather on Saturday *gorgeous* and seriously cold, pissing with rain, howling wind, dark and psychotic storms all of Sunday and into Monday. *I cuddled the pillow for comfort*. It was nice!
6. Province beat the Pilchards aka the Sharks! *Sigh*...what a fantastic result :)

Forward march to the weekend everyone...hup-hup!

Over & out

KaB

The Daily 6

Okay, okay...I "borrowed" this from Being Brazen...read her blog *no 'ah moms'*...and thought I'd play some Q&A for the day:

So how does this go down...I answer the random questions as per the below and you get toanswer the questions via the very useful 'comment' box! You may be wondering, 'well what the hell for?!?'...my response is this: just do it, you'll make me smile :)

1. Today I feel... drained and tired! (this isn't getting off to a great start!)

2. Last night I...made a yummy mushroom and creme fraiche pasta, watched some telly (CSI Miami a la Horatio Cane) and fell into bed...*bliss*

3. Quote of the week: mmm...“Envy is an insult to oneself.” Yevgeny Yevtushenko...I read this just now and thought it was pretty rad!

3. Song you keep listening to lately: Love lost by The Temper Trap

4. Currently I spend too much time... searching for a flat and getting flight quotes to Sydney online!

5. Favourite item of clothing at the moment?...*just one...eek*...erm...my denim-like long T from Woolies...so comfortable and super soft. It makes me happy!

6. If I got a tattoo tomorrow I would want it to be... the word 'love' in Sanskrit...there's something about a timeless emotion and the oldest language in the world that makes my bum hum!
 
And there we go...*happy feelings*...what's your Q&A for the day?!?
 
Over & out
 
KaB

**I heart Flyboy**

Usually every Monday is greeted with painful "so what did you get up to this weekend" questions multiplied by about 100 times depending on how many people you mistakenly bump into enroute to your desk! (depending on how your drunken night played itself out a la some random dude in the dark corner of a club...one may not want to remember...I wonder if the above-mentioned people ever thought about that before they asked the question...*maybe we don't want to recall, or to be more apt...perhaps we can't in which case we don't want to seem like some drunken whorish go-getter?!?)

Sis, I'm being ugly now *slaps self on wrist*

***side note: am not a drunken, whorish go-getter...just a tipsy, drool-ridden, knee-wobbling fool***

My answer to the weekend question is this...

I did what every eager 6 year old little boy in Cape Town did...I went to the International Airshow at Ysterplaat and spent...oh let me count...1, 2...6 hours watching aeroplanes and helicopters do flick flacks midair with the 'oohs' and 'aahs' of an over-excited audience...*who all left with a crooked neck, might I just add! This was my first and last time of ever going to an airshow and if it weren't for the highlight of the day, I'd have probably said it should've been something I'd have done when I was 8 and impressionable with an unclear future ahead of me *imagines self as fighter pilot amid enemy fire...ah...and Maverick is my boyfriend*.

Said highlight was a real-life version of Tom Cruise a la Top Gun...I was merrily walking through the various 'show' hangers with all the bombs and bullets and army truck stuff that really doesn't get the juices flowing, when a beautiful specimen caught my eye...he was tall, sported the short 'I'm in the army so stare at me' haircut, had the airforce uniform on (I imagined doing sexy time in that uniform) and wore the required aviation glasses for good measure. He was American (my ears perked up when I heard this) and I literally followed my 'Flyboy' through the crowds to his plane...'The Guardian Angel'...if it weren't for our imaginary shexy time in his hot one-piece uniform, I'd have vomitted cheese at the sight of this!

If ever a girl wanted a R-Rated fantasy to come true it was me in that moment with my Flyboy in the cargo hold thingie of 'The Guardian Angel'...*sigh*

The airshow was pretty cool though...if you're into jets and Griffons and Hawks and swashbuckling sword fights...*wait...wrong imaginary story*...then, like every boy that attended the show, you'd have been in your element! And because I'm a girl and not really into these things, I was just happy with the jets!

Well...just happy with the jets and more and more mesmerized by my superman Flyboy!

So...how was your weekend?!?

Over and out!

KaB

Rhino Murder - South Africa Activation

Flirting insanity!

Very few things make me nervous, intrigued and quite aware of myself other than flirting and being flirted with. It's like a sudden fire blitzes it's way up, up and away from the depths of my being right up into my two very visible pink cheeks...it's like I'm awash with scarlet red.

Oddly enough the first thing I think about is 'shit, I was eating all those yummies just now...wonder if I've got anything stuck in my teeth...oh god, oh god, oh god...my smile, it's getting bigger as each second ticks by......fuuuuuuck...I'm sure he can see that something stuck just over there'...and with that I start fiddling around with my tongue sans fingers trying to remain perfect in every...way...possible...cue: purple face!

*can't breathe!

Second thoughts are 'I'm not drunk enough for this...' or '...oh god, I've had so much wine I've forgotten what he's been on about for the last 8 minutes'! And with that...I smile, nod and wave goodbye!

*more like he waves goodbye!

What a freak!

This one guy was being genuinely nice, and I was enchanted with my company of course, and all I could talk about was the fact that I come from a musical family and this and that and more music talent etc etc! He needed to wee..."eventually"...and with that I stood facing a bunch of strangers minus one very important, self-preserving drink!

Cue: more wine!

And so it went on.

Come Saturday I was back on the funbus having a rip-roaring 'spontaneous' night out and about when I decided that I had not had a sufficient amount of self-deprecation and continued on the path of scarlet red to my next 'pouncee'...actually he was part of the 'partay' so it was part and parcel, and apparently I was:

a) not onto a bad thing, and
b) had quite a good response!

The entire 'partay' came to an abrupt end when literally everyone fell over and went to bed! Basically, I ran out of time!

*huh*

I did get a kiss on the cheek and an invitation out again...*not reading much into that judging on how useless I have become!

I need 'Coming Right 101' all over again...what a crock of shit! This should be easy...not completely useless and to the point that I have become completely useless at this!

Usually my wit, intelligence and lips help me along...*humpf...more wine!

You're welcome to chime in and give me a pointer or two! Perhaps a number of a gigalo should you feel I am so far off of base that this is my only chance at sanity! Please, not Deuce...I prefer Richard Gere a la 'An officer and a Gentleman'!

Over and out!

KaB

**Note**..."It's Rhino month - DStv joins media fight"

http://www.bizcommunity.com/Article/196/422/52041.html

Check out this link peoples who care...basically it comes down to this very important point:

"More than 90% of Africa's rhinos live in South Africa, where conservation methods have achieved great success since the 1970s. However, organised poaching has increased dramatically over the past two years. The plight of the rhino in South Africa is being widely reported, as the threat of rhino poaching in the country is at its highest level, with the population of rhino being reduced, according to recent reports.

Through both on-air promotions and magazine advertising, DStv viewers are encouraged to SMS 'Heroes' to 38215, to raise funds for the Hluhluwe-iMfolozi Park in KwaZulu-Natal, one of the rhino programs supported by Save the Rhino International. Each SMS costs R10 and after network and admin fee deductions, the balance will be donated to the charity. The campaign will run until 5 November 2010."

And don't forget...'Rhino Day' is on 22 September 2010...so dust off those vuvuzelas you packed away and get blowing for the rhinos!!!

Over and out!

KaB

Rhino poaching accused get bail: News24: South Africa: News

Rhino poaching accused get bail: News24: South Africa: News

Seriously, this is absolutely bizarre and yet another indication that animals have no rights in South Africa! These men have been linked to 8 other rhino poaching incidents yet they find themselves free and able to go out and kill more rhinos?!? These pigs are going to disappear off the face of the earth and won't get punished...they're going to continue killing rhinos and poach their horns for a tiny portion of what they're actually worth!

If SANPARKS and the Lead Rhino Summit had any clue, they'd go for the heart and find the syndicates operated by the Chinese! Horns are worth $250 000 in the Asian market...we should be out there finding the suppliers and stockists and cutting their noses off...then shoot them 17 times all over their body and let them die in a pool of their own blood!

Seriously...when will something be done, this is just ridiculous and I can't even begin to comprehend the magnitude of these operations!

Wish people would stop caring about material objects and rubbish that lasts a season and concentrate on saving the planet, it's animals and the things generations to come will cherish!

Over and out!

KaB

Game conservation in Africa: Horns, claws and the bottom line

http://www.economist.com/node/16941705?story_id=16941705

For a real interesting read on game conservation in Africa, with particular mentions of rhino conservation, read the above link. It's quite a debatable piece with arguments from all sides, illustrating just how difficult the battle is to conserve Africa's wildlife. With economic factors, increasing populations and ridiculous Chinese traditions (that I loathe and detest and will gladly comment on as barbaric and pathetic) our animals that we treasure have a very difficult future ahead of them unless we really put our heads together and bring about a change for the benefit of all concerned!

Happy reading and please let me know your thoughts on this!

Over and out!

KaB

The digits of doom!

*Cue 'Psycho' tune!

I drunk dialled!

There...it's out there in the universe, I am throwing that negative energy out there and away from me! And I am NOT proud of it!

I hate the fact that I get ever so slightly emotional once every few months and throw myself wholly into a random, stupid little thought and inevitably cause a step backwards in the wrong direction by actioning the said thought!

I am left pondering, why?!?

Yes, of course I miss him...it's the good things that I miss and it's completely, utterly normal! It's when I hear a song or am at a place that reminds me of these good times that I plummet into a brief 5 minute history lesson and put the past on playback!

All I know is that messaged him...and said 'I miss you...*something else which I can't remember for the life of me*...I really miss you'...that's it, that's what I said.

For what reason?!? It's not like I expect anything in return and more importantly, I don't want anything from him.

So why do I put myself right back in this hurtful situation and doom myself to a few minutes of sadness, and sometimes tears, with absolutely no reason at all?

I don't understand being a woman sometimes...*very odd! Perhaps you can enlighten my stupidity?!?

Ah well...my punishment for the day is walking around with a BIG 'L' on my forehead and knowing that he probably thinks that I'm very much the loser that he dropped!

Forward march to greener pastures...where's the wine, thanks?!?

Over and out!

KaB

Climbing my way through the 'fun house'!

I went rock climbing last night…well ‘City Rock’ climbing that is!


Basically, it’s a whole bunch of climbing walls, clickety clips stuck in the wall, really really long ropes and extremely high ceilings. In other words, it’s an adventure! Just be sure you take along a friendly friend, someone who I hope you can trust…*thank you Miss M*…because they’re in charge of your rope and the inevitable connection you have with the floor from way up skywards! Each wall is marked with different levels and routes so you can really put your strength, technique and eagerness to the test. It’s amazing though…it’s like climbing the rainbow wall of wonderment…aka the liquorice all sorts of climbing walls!

To say that I thought I had an ounce of strength in my upper body is ridiculous.

I had none!

I could barely make it up the one wall! And it was only my second try! I was so buggered that my arms are now ‘oohing’ and ‘aahing’ in masochistic pain while I contemplate my very next journey to the liquorice all sorts wall. Not only am I looking forward to strapping up and climbing up but the talent is most appreciated as well.

It’s the girl’s meat market…and if you’re hungry for some meat then this definitely is the place to find yourself at! Men…there are ample men strapping up, clicking up, roping up and climbing up of walls! And they’re hot…with their beautifully designed muscles, muscle-stacked arms and hard worked hands…I could only dream of being a wall all night last night!

City Rock definitely is the ‘House of Fun!’…and far too much of it...wowwowwowwee!

Mmm…the evening’s adventures were calmed down by a relaxing Ashtanga Yoga class which was, to say the least, so flipping sore and difficult it made the climbing look like a walk in the park! Most enjoyable and very soothing for the soul!

Perhaps I’ll join this fantastic place and make a go at it...instead of climbing my own mental walls, this could be the alternative to revamping things up and making it a bit interesting...you know, shaking things up and havin' a bit of fun now and then...with a mountaineer...*wink, wink*. At least he'll have the gear to funk things up in the bedroom...or outside, depending on his grip!

Over and out y’all!

KaB

Another 2 rhinos have been brutally killed for their horns!

You know...there are very few things that make me want to bash an incompetent person's head into the wall repeatedly...this is one of those things!

http://www.news24.com/SouthAfrica/News/2-rhinos-killed-on-Limpopo-farm-20100824

How the hell can this continue happening...is it not plain as day that this is ridiculous now...I mean honestly, must a depleted population really be extinct in order for the moronic government to wake up and take action...I can't believe the people who are put in charge of biodiversity and conservation...they can't even run a flipping monkey's show and they're left in charge of our country's best assets!

There are alternatives to this...put cyanide in their horns...people will soon learn to not use them because they'll be dead...mission accomplished! Get geneticists to fiddle with their DNA and STOP the horns from growing. Do anything...do something for goodness sakes!

Please, somebody do something before it's too late!

Over and out!

Infuriated and extremely disappointed KaB