<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:44:26.765+03:00</updated><title type='text'>One Headlight To Nowhere!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-4959326499455974431</id><published>2008-09-16T17:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:57:36.528+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little bit......!</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm, so what went wong? If in short, it will be only a little bit of this and a little bit of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last couple of months it has been only work, work and a shit more load of work. Single, yes I am, but I do have a very busy social life as well. Women can be so demanding and I wish somehow I can explain to them that I do have free time. First comes work, secondly my couch then alcohol and then friends. Where do I fit you in? Eish..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. This last months my head was in turmoil and it all ended up making a life decision, again! I have decided to open my own water company. Yes, my own company. I will go in partnership with my ex MD with her being silent partner and all the capital. We are on the breach signing a mulit million contract and then my dear friends, I will work for myself. I will most probably quit my company in the next month or two and then we will be all off into the wild world of selfemployment. SCARED, yeah maybe a little bit, but definately an oportunity of a life time. Yes, South Africa does have its disadvantages, but more so its advantages. VIVA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I am top of my game and at this point the view is really beautiful. In future I know it will go down, but for life being what it is, you will always go up and then again all the way down. I know I have it in my to make it and therefore fear is NO option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a little update with great news for future prospects and no need for complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun guys and hope to see y'all someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-4959326499455974431?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4959326499455974431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=4959326499455974431&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4959326499455974431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4959326499455974431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-little-bit.html' title='Just a little bit......!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-8104957891399810972</id><published>2008-05-23T20:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:49:34.779+03:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est la vie......!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know.......It has been a while since the last post. But to be honest, I somehow do not find the time I use to have back in the days of being an expat. It has been almost a year since my return to famous South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous in the sense of being in the news for all the wrong reasons. Or maybe the right reasons? Well, it all has to do with the fact that South Africans are fucking tired of other useless asholes taking over our country. Don't get me wrong. I am not saying they are doing the right thing, but I believe that someone has realised now that something has to be done and th epublic take it into their own hands........And it is really not that violent as it might have been broadcasted over the tele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to my story. On the 31st it would be exactly 1 year ago I left Tanzania. Happy, yeah definately. I hate that place. But, somehow I miss my freedom. But on the other hand I have now the freedom I longed for in my career. I am on top and do just what I want, but only as long as I stay in the budget and the projects is done one time, in quality and in budget....OK, I sound like a real PM. But I like everything that has happened the last year. I have been back to Mauritius in September 07. I have been to Germany a month ago and to Ireland in 2 weeks time. I like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is around the corner. It is really getting cooler, the sun sets earlier and the parties....well that still is the same. Always a hectic subject here in Jo'ies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany. Yes. I went to Germany for a 10 day break. God. It was awesome. Beer, bratwurst mit brochien and Beer and women and beer.....OH, I guess I mentioned beer more then once, but hey. It was fun. Stuttgart Furingsfest was absolutely stunning and that pre-school teacher....uhmmmm, I gues this is where I stop with it. Jorn, Lars, Kerstin &amp; Kevin. Guys, Thanks. It was awesome and see you nest year for my 30th. OG god....30.Eish, I am already grey. I guess I need to start taking out a funeral cover plan. Uhm, nein. Too much energy left in these broken bones. October/November it will definately be Australia for at least 3 weeks. I love the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what more do I have to say. I really don't know. It is funny how your life gets so quickly into a routine once you are back in your home town. But, sometimes that is good as well. A bit of stability will not harm anyone, right? So, this is an update of the young and restless. Dude, it is party time and I need to get out of here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tschuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-8104957891399810972?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8104957891399810972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=8104957891399810972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8104957891399810972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8104957891399810972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2008/05/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est la vie......!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-3540858806472630823</id><published>2008-03-07T22:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:14:10.821+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit............!</title><content type='html'>Can it already be 2 months since my last post........my word, time flies real fast down here south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, so what have I been up too 'till now? OK, the last time I posted I was on my way moving out from Wayne's place. Yippeeee, not bad meant with it! It's just, privacy. Time on my own and yeah, my own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought an apartment in October last here but they only finish build it in November. I had occupation on 11 January and the place was registered in my name on 6 February. Not too bad for Africa I would think. Well, I think it had to do with my management skills......shout or threaten people. Just the way I like it. OK, moving in was quite hectic. I had to buy so much furniture and with being a man, I think I did a pretty job of doing my interior. Still no cutains (but I live on the 4rth floor with a viea over Jo'burg), brand new furniture full house and I do not owe any one anything....Lekka,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does a bachelor get. I hi-fi, huge TV, satelite, fridge for beer and ja, a fucking washing machine. I had too.......needed clean clothes though. Ach anyway, I think I did a pretty job of it. The house looks fucking awesome with new furniture and me only visiting at after hours.....yeah, I still work late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thought that I am on my own starting my life, then friends pop over from Tanzania for 2 weeks. Just as they left, mom decides to come and visit and she is still there......don't really know for how long! So, I keep on working late to be a bit on my own. And the work is quite stressfull. NEVER BECOME A PROJECT MANAGER IN THE CONSTRUCTION INDUSTRY! Do you guys think there is meetings out there that could help me sort out my professional life.....Something like the AA and it coulod go like.....Hi, my name is gordon and I am a workaholic.......! Hallo Gordon.......sheisse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm having fun. Getting older is not easy I guess. So, my mate from high school moved up to Jo'burg and we get together quite often for real bad ass parties. 8am type shit being drunk and phoning friends all over the world. sorry jess, won't happen again! But, it helps. It makes you forget about reality and just for one moment, you live in freedom.....and of coarse lot of hard ache at 4am being really drunk. OK, it is not that bad, but close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend we went off to my dads place. Wimpie and I.......and we hit the clubs on friday night till 7am and like wise on saturday night till 10am......Holy shit, were we fuckin wasted. And the last I remember getting a phonecall from some chick asking me we the fuck I was....HUH! Honey, what in the hell is wrong with you? OH, I missed yet another date. oooooops, whoopy! So, kind of hooked up with a gal getting a divorce being a mother of a 6 year old.....hmmmmm, beautiful daughter. But you know, theoratically speaking it is not such a bad idea. Single mom quite hot getting a divorce, on the rebound and not looking for a relationship except for the casual late night fun and.............., not being serious! Man, that's great! No hassles, a snooze when ever you want one with ultimately no strings attached.That's heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me, just try to get along. Just trying to hide from the limelight and just being Gordon. My time, my life and definately my kind of fun. Since I bought this place it feels like I am trapped and soon I might start running.....Don't know where to but just not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I am having fun. I am sorry for being such a poor blogger, but once the internet is in my place I will get back online again....I am still alive. Miss y'all and have great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-3540858806472630823?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3540858806472630823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=3540858806472630823&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/3540858806472630823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/3540858806472630823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2008/03/holy-shit.html' title='Holy Shit............!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-5892704291196583786</id><published>2008-01-06T01:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:28:01.956+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to get it all just right......!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I just wanted to say HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone out there. May 2008 just be the year we all have been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum the last couple of weeks up in only a couple of sentences it will be something like this: I bought myself a new guitar for Christmas. Yeah, a YAMAHA 6 string APX 700 and took it all the way down to Cape Town to jam with the family. It was pretty cool down there and just extremely HOT. 40degrees celcius to be exact. Lot of beach, parties and sunburn......Hmmmmm, now I'm back in Jo'ies to get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one cool thing driving down all the way to Cape Town was that I got to think a lot. Somehow only 6 months being back in South Africa I realised how trapped I felt being back home. I miss my freedom and I will change it some time this year........How exactly, I don't know. But I will make a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some where in June/July I will do probably my "LSD" trip down to Australia. I know it was suppose to be in December, but with all the changes in my personal &amp;amp; professional life there wasn't much time for it. To be honest I do not know if it will be a permanent move, but will see once I return. Probably think of a 2 year working visa first before I would even considder something permanent like changing the colour of my passport. I just need to get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next week I will move into my apartment. Yes, my own property. It is quite scary to think about the installments over 20 years, but a man need to get in the property market. Quite exciting in the same time...........Just need to be a shit load of furniture. Do you guys actually know how expensive furniture has become........Hmmmmmmm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and news from Tanzania is that they will extend the project with another 5/6 months.....Stupid fucking bastards. Anyway, Don will quit at the end of January and I am checking what I can organise for him. Just that the pound is so fricken expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All new is that 2008 has just started and Monday is D-day for most employees in South Africa. Bitches, get to work! I have been doing so for almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with all of you. Have fun guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-5892704291196583786?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5892704291196583786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=5892704291196583786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/5892704291196583786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/5892704291196583786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2008/01/trying-to-get-it-all-just-right.html' title='Trying to get it all just right......!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-5217197080775033616</id><published>2007-12-12T00:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:58:20.009+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shit on Google....!</title><content type='html'>Shit, it is almost midnight and I can not go to bed due to the fact that I need to be on the airport and 4am. If I do attemp to sleep, well..........I will definately miss my flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just saw that google has now a web photo albums.......Cool shit bru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check it out. Link is in the sidebar as well. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/gordon.van.den.heever"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/gordon.van.den.heever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-5217197080775033616?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5217197080775033616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=5217197080775033616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/5217197080775033616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/5217197080775033616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-shit-on-google.html' title='New Shit on Google....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-2769882069022502389</id><published>2007-11-24T11:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:52:48.669+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Slavin' on........!</title><content type='html'>The last couple of weeks were extremely tiring. My whole career I dreamed to be a Project Manager and today, I am wondering.........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running 17 projects simultaneously isn't what I would call fun. Knowingly it might only be for 6 months, it really is hard. It seems that there isn't enough hours in a day and not enough days in a month. Workaholic? Yeah, maybe. But I believe it is for the good. People at home is phoning me to find out if I might come home this evening, 'cause no-one really knows. When duty calls, you're on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of weeks I have seen the ins-and-outs of hotel rooms, airport lounges and car rentals. It is now at a stage where I walk into a car rental agency and people already know which car I prefer to drive for the money available by the company to pay for it. The good thing is I am charge and somehow it seems I know the answer for everything. From contruction, negotiating BILL of QUANTITIES to commissioning and claims. Degremont really trained me very well, but I have to believe that I have paid for that training as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday? Well, in 2 weeks Jo'burg will shut down and where we will go with it, I don't really know. It is really scary to look further then 1 week ahead. Time goes by so quickly and slamming the breaks on could mean that I will go in resasitation.........hope not! Let's see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal note is that it is really tough to include someone in my life at this stage due to time constraints. She is available, but I will see how far it will go. NO PROMISES this time around. Just play it safe. It seems that a persom could mature here under these extreme conditions in, let say just a couple of months and that is what I am afraid off. Take the time off and grow steadily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-2769882069022502389?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2769882069022502389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=2769882069022502389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/2769882069022502389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/2769882069022502389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/11/slavin-on.html' title='Slavin&apos; on........!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-848278405990540182</id><published>2007-11-01T00:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:40:13.092+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The next chapter of my life......!</title><content type='html'>Where do I start? Since my shift to a new company and me attending a whole lot of meetings in the position of Project Manager, I got use to the very first item on the "Minutes of Meeting" and I guess it is appropriate to start off thi post with APOLOGIES........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I know that I turned out to be a blog fader, but time is extremely limited. I did not forget about blogging, it is just that I.........! Ah fuck, no excuses, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened since my last post? Well, while being in Mauritius I received an offer which I couldn't refuse and like I have mentioned before I left Degremont about 3 weeks ago. My attention was quickly drawn to Projects in a huge scale and ended up me handling 7 Water Treatment Projects and 4 Sewage Projects. Even though they are medium sized projects, it still demands a whole lot of attention..........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage these projects only in South Africa and it is still difficult to adapt to the local conditions. But still I am learning so much every day and the base line of Project Management is still the same as what you would find on other projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said about that. I do travel a lot now in SA, which means that my incredible brilliant JEEP is picking up to much miles for his age. And like you also know that the exchange rate from Rands to US Dollars ain't prefferable at the moment. So this means import of spares is extremely expensive and maintenance is for me. Looking at the situation realistically means that I needed to buy a brand new car which comes with a motorplan and I decided that this is my chance and being a beamer fan, I decided on the 2008 model 325i BMW Coupe. It will only be build in December and be imported from Munich in January, so this means I will get the car towards the end of February 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, I decided that I need to start looking for an apartment to rent as well in January, cause my lease with Wayne is coming to an close. His wife is 11 weeks pregnant now and by that stage........well, I do not even want to think about how tempermenthal she can get (grumpy like all pregnant chicks do) and I need my free space as well. I found a place, but with the rental in Jo'burg being so high, it was more cost affective for to buy an apartment and that is just what I did. Guys, my premier home bond was approved today and I will now be a proud home owner. NOTE: with no fuckin money as well. But hey, who cares.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life now is in the fast line. Days go by, like an hour during lunch. I enjoy every second of it. I wanted to settle back in SA and now I have done so. Although I still miss all you guys so much. I miss travelling, but hopefully in 6 months time I will do so again. Honestly there isn't much I can comment, except the SOUTH AFRICA is now the CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD as they beat England convincingly in the Rugby World Cup Final 2 weeks ago. And still today people are driving in the road with green painted cars demostrating there patriotism....GO BOKKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I got to run. I miss you all so much and I hope that life treats you as great as it is doing me! May the South African force be with y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-848278405990540182?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/848278405990540182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=848278405990540182&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/848278405990540182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/848278405990540182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/11/next-chapter-of-my-life.html' title='The next chapter of my life......!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-3451617246484046574</id><published>2007-09-13T22:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:36:13.457+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Catch me.....!</title><content type='html'>It is Thursday evening and time on th eisland is running out quite rapidly. Anyway, I am happy about it. This place is still the same as when I left it 2 years ago to date today and it is not my home anymore although I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up too the last couple of days? To be honest, not really much. Mostly I slept through my holidays, 'cause I really needed it. I definately needed it. I went for shopping for clothing and then I have done my advance diving coarse and I have completed it today. 6 Dives in 3 days is not fun and quite tiring......But I have done it now and is under my belt. I can legally dive 30m....Yippeee (was auch immer, ja?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather on the island was great the last couple of days, but a storm broke out today and yeah.....sit at home and whatching TV (Sport, World Cup Rugby which we stand a very good chance to win and then the World Cup Cricket Twenty20 series is on and we also stand a good chance to win that as well) Funny how times is changing and when our teams do good, we feel great! BOKKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further on, nothing much....OH, I am busy negotiating for a position at a British Company also in water treatment. I suspect that I will get a written proposal by the end of next week and then I will pursue my career with another company. Can you believe that people can make decision so easily after  so many hard working years? Well, we do it to improve ourselves in life, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Timo brother.....Enjoy your trip to NY! We want photos when you come back and give old Jess a big kiss for me. Let there be fun all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-3451617246484046574?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3451617246484046574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=3451617246484046574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/3451617246484046574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/3451617246484046574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/09/dream-catch-me.html' title='Dream Catch me.....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-8300721055313158519</id><published>2007-09-05T16:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:08:11.161+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari Bon Sa.....!</title><content type='html'>This will only be a quick entry of the happenings of Mauritius..........'Cause time is precious and you don't have too much to waste of it, so........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have returned to my home (Mauritius) on Saturday, 1 September '07. The flight was excellent and Air Mauritius has now a new Airbus A340-300 flying between South Africa and L'isle Maurice. What also is now that the departing gates from Johannesburg is from the new terminals that was build during the last 2 years and I have to agree that if South Africans do something, they do it in style. There is only one problem with this terminal and it is that you have to walk for fuckin' miles to get to your gate......Anyway, it was original designed to accomodate the new A380 and there is always some method in the madness.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to Mauritius.....I can swear that the flight use to be 4h30min. Now it was only 3h30min. So much so that this is now so much better. A quick flight to the L'isle Maurice....Yippeeeee, just sad that you can not get so much more phoenix in during the flight. But who cares, Mauritius is full of phoenix. And by the time you leave, you will be extremely tired of drinking phoenix (and there will be definately more in your bag on departure...Rrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrived here on Saturday night, picked up by Phillip and went home to drop off the bags. For those of you who knows Mauritius, I live just around the corner of the Quatre Bornes flea market. After that we sett our sails for Fliq en Flac.....My home town (use to be) and you can not believe the change that occured in Mauritius during my 2 years of absence. Shez Pepe is till alive and pumping and under new management. The club right above SPAR, Arena has closed down. A good couple new restaurants on the beach road in F&amp;F and Buddah Bar does not exist anymore. Can you believe a lovely place like that closed down. Now I am starting to think that it was making mega bucks due to the patriotism of me and the GERMANS.......Man, remember those germans going balistic in that place.......I was always the one who behaved myself, yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who of you could remeber the Mafiosa pizza from Shez Pepe and for me it was without anchovies and a shit load of tobasco......rrrrrrrrrr. Anyway, after that we wnt to Kenzi........Guys, Kenzi bar changed and it is not owned anymore by Olivier. I do not know who of you remembered that fuckin' weird frenchman Mathew.....He was always the waiter there and then left afterwards. Well, he owns it now. It almost looks like a gay bar now. Fuckin' weird but apparently it still pumps on Fridays......Will check it out this coming Friday and revert back to y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we decided it was time for a BRAAI on the beach in Le Morne......My gott, have you ever seen Le Morne being packed like that......With chicks, halleluja amen......women gallore and for the gals, well there is apparently talent hanging out there. Apparently Le Morne has build a reputation for itself to be one of the hotspots for Kite Surfing now in the world. And it was pumping with KiteSurfers......Beach is always as beautiful as it was back in the good old days, so no dilema there at all..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was quite a busy day for me. I had to work from the house to get my shit sorted out for my project back in SA and so as well on Tuesday. Monday evening I decided to visit my plant up in Vacoas and I have to admit that if I ever could compare a water plant with a woman, the she would have been a fuckin belter......My gott, she is so beautifull and she is running like a dream. With minor problems of coarse, but she is absolutely stunning.....I will go and visit her tomorrow afternoon again and take some pictures and post them on my next post. Tuesday evening we went to the diving club up at the PHOENIX Circle (roundabout for the americans)..........There I have met one of the most gorgeous girls I have seen in a very long time. She is stunning and fuckin' cute......RRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrramba! But she is only 19.....But in all fareness she does look a bit older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to meet a colleague of mine and once again they offered me a job. Will see if they come with figures closer to the end of my holidays and lets be honest, for the right money I will definately considder moving back here......I think I need too....I can feel this is home and I do feel comfortable here among my people......! Forget the last part - Just trying to speak like a politician. Tomorrow I will go down to F&amp;F to find out more about the prices for doing my Advance diving coarse through Pascal. Do you guys remeber Pascal......He was that Creole who use to sing at Kenzi when it still was Kenzi.......Will see what come from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was a quick update of the happenings on the island of broken hearts and dreams......I wish you guys a pleasant week ahead, 'till next time it is Ciao from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-8300721055313158519?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8300721055313158519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=8300721055313158519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8300721055313158519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8300721055313158519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/09/mari-bon-sa.html' title='Mari Bon Sa.....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-7122474421305050197</id><published>2007-08-25T12:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:56:13.234+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my cousin, Tanya Prinsloo.</title><content type='html'>This week started off with such a rush after a really travelled weekend. Monday, I just could not get out of bed and that followed to the next morning where I decided that it is now time for a holiday, really it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning I informed my direct manager of my plans and I purchased the tickets. I am going home, Mauritius from the 1st Sept and will return on the 16th. With all the delightfull information I returned home being content with my decisions and this is where all of this started..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6:45pm I received a call from a family member in Cape Town explaining that my closest cousin was in a car accident that morning somewhere between Aliwal North and Burgersdorp. At that point I was shocked and did not really know what to do or say.......I called up my parents explaining them of the situation and I packed up, got all my shit together and grabbed Wayne's X5 and hit for the road. Believe me with such news floating in your mind, 500km's really seemed close and it took only 3 hours..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into ICU, I remembered how it felt to be stuck to a bed, bolts in your head holding your spine in position. It was not the best time in my life and I know it will not be for her as well. A long road of recovery will follow............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a place to sleep was also with a lot of problems. But luckily I found something suitable at a price of coarse. We got into bed somewhere after 5 and and we were up at 8am. Back to hospital to see her leave for surgery. After which we sat down and had some breakfast I only came to know what happened. And this is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While leaving her farm for shopping, she called up her mom. Without looking to see if the road was safe to cross and speaking to her mom on the phone, she crossed the road and a uncoming driver driving between speeds of 120+ hit har flat on her door resulting her to be slinged out of the front passenger window and landing 30m away from the impact site. Luckily no one else was in the car. The driver from the other car came of with only a fractured collar bone. She on the other hand with real damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I picked her mom up from the airport and surgery that lasted almost 6 hours, the result was devasted. I can still see her mom standing infront of me broken down in pain when the doctor start to explain to her that her 22 year old 6 month pregnant daughter will never walk again in her life. Braking her back at the C6 vertabre leaving her bone marrow with permanent damage giving her a 1 % chance of walking ever again came quite with sudden shock and how it just makes your knees collapsed and make you realize how life can be taken away from you in an instant. Luckily she still have the use of her arms and will only be paralised from middle back down. At that point in time the baby was still OK, but due to the steroids that was introduce to reduce the inflamation at the break point, the baby the following morning could not survive and it was lost the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just that changed my life 5 years ago. Braking my C2 &amp; C3 vertabre as well as 2 vertabre's in my lower back. Luckily I did not incur any damage to my bone marrow and today I am walking and still could experience other fractures in my body years to follow. I was with the grace of god that I'm not an invalide. I could relate what she was going through and it was just that moment where you can stat to reflect on your life...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe things happen to people to make them learn from it. Different levels of problems hapens to different people, and only he knows how strong you really are and if you can cope from it. She will survive, maybe with a bid of some sort of disability, but she still can live a normal life. It might not be normal to us, but she will quickly learn that this will be her normal life. She will adapt and she could still be happy, no matter what the disability. That is what's important. But this is only feasible if she have people around her who loves her. That is what she needs, people around her to make her believe and that is strong for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya, dit is nie die einde van die wereld nie. Jy het al deur baie moeilike situasises suksesvol uitgeloop en jy kan deur hierdie een kom. Onthou net dat ek baie lief is vir jou en dat ek altyd daar sal wees vir jou. Ons almal weet dat die situasie nie maklik sal wees nie, maar jy sal dit oorleef. Ek dink altyd aan jou. Sterkte my niggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-7122474421305050197?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7122474421305050197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=7122474421305050197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/7122474421305050197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/7122474421305050197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/08/dedicated-to-my-cousin-tanya-prinsloo.html' title='Dedicated to my cousin, Tanya Prinsloo.'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-4057495065053604896</id><published>2007-08-21T03:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T04:26:38.976+03:00</updated><title type='text'>from Hatfield to Maputo to Vaaldam &amp; back........!</title><content type='html'>I know I have been neglecting this blogsite for quite some time now, but I do not have energy for it. I am too busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, time is from short supply and since being back I just have soooo much to do in the given space of time I have available, purely weekends....... I got a phonecall from Australia  the past Friday asking me what the hell is happening......Am I dead with a Jeep on top of me or did I just drink myself to death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the fact is work is keeping me so busy and I think I got to the stage where I am burned out totally. And I know I can not go on leave.......The next 2 months will be the most crucial in this projects life span and I have to get it under the belt. It is almost that I am fighting for the weekends to stay away, 'cause time goes by in high revs and in 6th gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the weekends......OH my god, based on a lot of alcohol abuse and babes spreaded all over the show. My best mate from Cape Town moved up to Jo'ies to find maybe his fortune......and yeah, he didn't have to look even far 'cause he walked in with a 800Ha farm registered to his name and plans of upgrading the farm's livestock with almost R4mil boost. Ain't he fuckin' lucky? So, weekends are devided into family in Pretoria, Welkom &amp; Cape Town, friends on all the others and it is fickin hard to cut into the week for drinking escapades.......Just call a spade a spade, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be genuinely honest with y'all it is that I feel lost. I do know where is my home, but I do not feel at ease. Being back in SA is incredible, but it is not home and it kills me to say that. It is almost like I am back in the old routine  and what life is all about....Money, status and all the shit that was part of the old life. It is almost like I have lost myself yet again in the life I ran away from so many years ago. It almost gets to the point where I want to throw the towel in and just choose another path to follow. But I do not think it is well worth it. Will time tell? I know myself extremely well and I know not to far from now I will get extremely frustrated and then my firends, shit will definately hit the fan with high velocity............Maybe it is just a phase.........Maybe it is time for me to go again........What else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ach, so to get the depro down, we go out of the way to make weekends such an incredible time.......Friday I got a phonecall from mates of mine wanting to go party. So we took the road north to Pretoria and hit HATFIELD. Student life is fuckin awesome......Careless &amp; free, that sounded like me a couple of years ago....Hmmmmmm........And we made it to 7am Saturday morning. *am we set the road 600kms to Maputo just for some Braai &amp; breakfast on the beach. Sunday we came back and set off to the Vaaldam for some much needed timeout.....Or that is what we thought......Speedboats and alcohol brother is the name of the game. FUN! Got back home on Sunday night around 11pm.........So this is what our weekends are all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still alive and just trying to find myself again to form where I was unique. Not just another numbnut that thinks life is all about fame, money &amp; status. I do miss y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-4057495065053604896?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4057495065053604896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=4057495065053604896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4057495065053604896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4057495065053604896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/08/from-hatfield-to-maputo-to-vaaldam-back.html' title='from Hatfield to Maputo to Vaaldam &amp; back........!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-4658029804508247981</id><published>2007-07-15T22:49:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:17:28.520+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane....?</title><content type='html'>Definately........! What can I say? My life based on impulsive decision to spice up just every moment? Well, that is just me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last couple of weeks went off quite interesting. Work is fine, a bit hard and stressfull, but definately something that I am use too by now. Really interesting and not one dull moment installed. OK, I enjoy my job! And so many new offers basically coming now on a regular basis. I am quite flattered with all the attention. Like I have said before.....Impulsive decisions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to come out of the box now 'cause I can see that being a workaholic does have its advantages, but the disadvantages stakes higher at present. Being the Project Manager I can see where this project leads too and I just can not get the chance to head-off on some much needed holidays. So what this means is that every week I postpone my holidays with at least 2 weeks. I am bargaining now on extended weekends to get me through this patch and I just hope the gamble pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I will head off to Cape Town for a couple of days and just go fuckin' crazy. Thanks to MANGO airlines I got hold off return ticket for just R750 (roughly 95 USD) and it is a bargain. I will meet up with my uncle and the plan is to get as fuckin wasted as possible and just jam the guitars. It is definately a great feeling. Will take my camera with and try a get a couple of pics for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past weekend was just insane. Friday after a extremely hard day of work I came home and my head filled with numbers. Dirk, I do not know if you remember the talks we had driving from site everyday in Mauritius and just see the mistakes what was happening. The talks about delivery schedules, planning, cashflows etc..........Well buddy, now I have to practice what I preached back then and it is not so easy....Just too many variables to stay consistent, but it is most definately a challenge. So, I was saying about Friday. Got home, fetch Wayne from the airport where he came back once again from Mauritius and.................(OH, my site on Mauritius was now finally handed over and I feel so proud knowing that it was a project where I started from the bottom and took it all through its stages. And now it's all over. Mauritius will be over for a long time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to come to the insane part, but I will now most definately try and focus to tell you all about it. Friday came, fetched Wayne from the airport and he &amp; Lisa decided to have a night on their own. No problem with that I thought by myself, but what will I then do......It was easy, Insanity.......! I called a good old mate of mine and proposed a trip. 300 kms &amp; 3 hours later, we ended in a club partying with old friends.....We haven't been back together in Welkom for almost 4 years and we went out on a piggs night. I callled up my dad and told him to leave the door open for me at the house 'cause I might just come by early the next morning.....and so we did! 10pm Friday night we ended in a club, went absolutely crazy, ended up at my parents place at 8am, slept for 4 hours and headed back to Jo'burg where I had another party going for 4pm.  Of coarse I was late with a couple of hours, but with the alcohol level quite still high from a few hours before it was not too difficult too catch up with the others. So, we ended up a home at 6 am, dosed off for 2 hours and went back to work on Sunday morning at 9am. Believe me solving financial cashflow problems while under the influence does help and it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good and done and the new week will start in a couple of hours.......Luckily it will be a short week....or at least 2 short weeks in a row. My god, that will just be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys had an incredible weekend I hope the next will just be as good. Have fun guys and I miss y'all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-4658029804508247981?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4658029804508247981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=4658029804508247981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4658029804508247981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4658029804508247981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/07/insane.html' title='Insane....?'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-8828170744369888375</id><published>2007-06-30T18:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:29:27.995+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The SA Scene.....!</title><content type='html'>I know I have become a slagging blogger and Nachi is catching up, but I mean there is so many things happening at one time at the moment.......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually got an apartment and was suppose to move in today, but fuck this bitch took me for a ride and almost kept my deposit. So what did I do? I threatened her that I will fuck her up viscously and then fucking burn her body and when that didn't work I just threatened her with Small Claims Court. I got my money back in 24 hours. It seems that nowadays my bark doesn't scare anyone anymore! What should I do know? I'm loosing my touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. So no apartment. Car doing good. Work is running hectic again and social life beefed up a bit. The way I like my life. Full of surprises! It seems every where I go there is some sort of relationship issues. I'm just not cut out for this crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing on my mind at the moment is my Project in PE. It is cool, but going through the design calculations I have picked up a couple of major problems and this is seconded by the moaning of the plant operator with operational issues. It seems my future should be focussed on problem solving. My boy in Aus taught me that. His famous quote stating that I should stick around and become famous just opened a whole new explaination to the true sense of the word. Only famous to sort out other people's KAK! Ach, was auch immer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly there is my holidays coming up somewhere in August &amp; December. December seems to be final and just need to sort out the dates with Dirk when they can accomodate me in Australia. I would like to go anything from the 28 Dec - 13 Jan, but will see. Then there is August. Mauritius or Namibia, Mauritius or Namibia.......Hmmmmm! If Mauritius, I will be alone. But there is PHOENIX. (Oh, today I had PHOENIX that Wayne brought back from the island...Hoooooo, fokken lekka!) Namibia, well it is one kak long drive and estimated 5000km there and back and then I need to sort out the accomodation. And my parents will be extremely angry if I go and I do not drag them along......! What then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all is well and I am finding my feet quite fast here in SA. I have met probably everyone I wanted too since I am back and I am having fun. Next week I guess I will start at the local gym and work this bodyfat off. And just maybe I build muscles.....Rrrrrrrrrrr! Imagine the chicks on the treadmill. Yummeeeeee! So, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another update will follow once all is in action. Have fun guys and I miss y'all.&lt;br /&gt;Tschuss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-8828170744369888375?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8828170744369888375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=8828170744369888375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8828170744369888375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8828170744369888375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/06/sa-scene.html' title='The SA Scene.....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-6140726941531232946</id><published>2007-06-10T20:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:34:01.302+03:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it........!</title><content type='html'>Well signing onto the blogger.com site, I saw my previous blog that still exists with the title of "Creating a life beyond recognition". To be honest, reading it and thinking that this just could be it. It could be what I have worked for so hard &amp; long. Sacrificing everything just for the sake of a position.........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? This is it! It has been now 9 days since I have returned to my home town and it has been quite a ride as well. Getting settled into a office, getting use to corporate life and visit the exisitng plant where my new project will take place. It is weird to walk in the first time and I am responsible. I am the man in charge and if I fuck up, well my head will definately be on a block.....But hey, this is exactly what I wanted and this is exactly what I have work so hard for. And I love every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before, being back is yet again another series of adapting. Even though it is my home country and city, it did change a whole lot since I left here in a couple of years ago. Although the people are still here, they are different. And I am searching for that comfort I always were use too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I wanted this and I wanted to be back home. I got my car, my clothes and got an apartment on friday and things are just coming all together now very nicely. I have met this girl, a couple years younger then me, but lovely. She is actually a model and she made me watch a fashion show this weekend. OH my god, they are so beautiful so young......I rather should shut my mouth or I get a first class ticket to the local police station where my family or friends will feed me with a catapilt.....Just kidding, but it was amazing to so many beautiful chicks....HEAVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, will see where this will end up. I am having fun and I am enjoying the time of my life at the moment and all that really matters is that I amk happy....And I am, very!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was my first update being back at home. Hopefully a lot more will come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Joern, tell me how the exams went brother, I am curios! And for all the rest....Guys, I miss you all. Hope you had an incredible weekend......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-6140726941531232946?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6140726941531232946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=6140726941531232946&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6140726941531232946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6140726941531232946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-it.html' title='This is it........!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-6081982650046520562</id><published>2007-05-27T01:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T02:42:00.940+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Time on a end..........!</title><content type='html'>For a couple of weeks now it seems that this huge pressure was lifted off my shoulders and I took a couple of steps back and reflect exactly what was is happening around me, where the road will lead me, trying to understand just what I need to learn from this experience in Tanzania and then of coarse prepare myself yet for another change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel personal growth after spending 23 months in Tanzania, look on life with a more mature outlook and taking the necessary decisions to determine my personal well being at the end of the day. I really tried to take the best out of the last couple of weeks and enjoy what Tanzania had to offer. Honestly, I really do not think I will be sad leaving this place, but as from previous experience you tend to miss the people you leave behind. I had really good times here as well as very sad times and at the end you just learn from your life and grow into the person you ought to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising the time I spent here was dedicated mostly to my job, but at the end you realise how many good people there are out there in the world. As usual, you have to carry on and friends they will be forever. Even if you only carry them in your heart with the memories in your mind. It is time for new experiences. It is time for new people and responsibilities, but mostly it is time to follow the road where life takes you. Ultimately the decisions is yours to determine exactly what you plan for your life and the key to that "perfect life" (if that ever exists) is solely your responsibility. Go out that and take it.....It will be up for grabs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it seemed that I was not the happiest of people here in Tanzania, I do understand that it had to happen and I will take from it what I can. Now the time is to change. Change my life, change my goals and just change exactly that caused me so much grieve and cut it out of my life.....How else could you survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Vodka &amp; Redbull became extremely one of my favourites and I can honestly say that I did abuse it to some level.......But I did enjoy it with great company and I am looking forward to make the aquintence again in the future on home soil. If you don't believe that you could win, how would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a word of faith.....I have made it. I am alive and tough times in your life could be beaten. I will never lie down and accept defeat. It is just not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my time here has now ran out and this will be definately be the last blog in the deep "BUSH" of Africa. I just want to say thanks for the people who played important roles in my life and thanks for the fact that I could call you my friends. If you ever feel the atrong connection between us, just know that I do as well and I will always cherish your respect, friendship and advice in my life. I really do love you all. Thanks for the time here. I just want to mention a couple of names here who I believe played the most important roles in my life here in Tanzania in no specific order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family in South Africa, Nic, P'ulani, Leroy and Jackie van den Heever&lt;br /&gt;Dirk, Rieta &amp; Dylan Lourens&lt;br /&gt;Surehka Seeth ( my pillar, strength and support)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Podi Bandara and his Sri Lanka gang&lt;br /&gt;Don &amp;amp; Carrol Huntriss&lt;br /&gt;Jean Louis Pierrefeu&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &amp; Lisa Storey&lt;br /&gt;Terry, Simon and Abhed&lt;br /&gt;Steve &amp;amp; Tania Laurie&lt;br /&gt;Ian Adams&lt;br /&gt;Bjorn Smith&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Haye&lt;br /&gt;Shargia &amp; Gulnara Feizi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a couple even though there are a lot more. Just live the dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I have read on Susan's &amp;amp; Timo's blog that people are enjoying Birthdays in Germany. I guess by this time it is the Birthday of Hado. Sir, happy birthday and I do hope you enjoy it. Although there is no physical words, just know you are still in my thoughts and may your life be filled with great experiences and great people. May your road lead to experiences that you will always keep close to your heart. Happy Birthday again!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it is also the birthday of Susan sometime soon. Although I really do not know when exactly it will be, i do think of you. May you also enjoy your birthday and spend it with incredible people. May you enjoy all the happiness in the world and know you are never alone. Let peace, happiness and love always be part of your life and know that you are blessed having the people in your life which you do. Happy Birthday as well madame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordon van den Heever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-6081982650046520562?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6081982650046520562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=6081982650046520562&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6081982650046520562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6081982650046520562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-on-end.html' title='Time on a end..........!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-4824588344771275949</id><published>2007-05-24T11:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:28:00.615+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day....!</title><content type='html'>A priest was being honored at his retirement dinner after 25 years in the parish. A leading local politician and member of the congregation was chosen to make the presentation and give a little speech at the dinner. He was delayed so the priest decided to say his own few words while they waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got my first impression of the parish from the first confession I heard here. I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place. The very first person who entered my confessional told me he had stolen a television set and, when stopped by the police, had almost murdered the officer. He had stolen money from his parents,  embezzled from his place of business, had an affair with his boss's wife, taken illegal drugs, and gave VD to his sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was appalled. But as the days went on I knew that my people were not all like that and I had, indeed, come to a fine parish full good and loving people.".. Just as the priest finished his talk, the politician arrived full of apologies at being late. He immediately began to make the presentation and give his talk."I'll never forget the first day our parish priest arrived," said the politician."In fact, I had the honor of being the first one to go to him in confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moral:  DON'T EVER BE LATE:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-4824588344771275949?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4824588344771275949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=4824588344771275949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4824588344771275949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4824588344771275949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/05/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the Day....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-3214695167135946678</id><published>2007-05-19T10:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:54.415+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I did not forget.....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/Rk6j_gqgfgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/370x22wPJKY/s1600-h/Grand+Cheorkee+Overlander2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/Rk6j_gqgfgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/370x22wPJKY/s400/Grand+Cheorkee+Overlander2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jeep Grand Cherokee 4.7L V8 HO Overland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it was Dirk's birthday on Wednesday 16 May and I did not forget about it. I was fucking stuck on a plane for 9 hours. Before he even wishes any bad luck to my itchy balls and falling off fingers; Happy Birthday buddy and wish you all the best. I know at your age you might find yourself a bit old, but, if your wife doesn't care then who should? OH, and happy anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been back to SA to go and buy my car. It was an absolutely awesome feeling to clime in the car and there was just so much power. Definately better then sex. 210bHp between your legs and under your ass......! Who could have asked for more? And then it was time to get to the office and start negotiating and it seems that common ground was found. I will be in SA untill Feb '08 and for the moment it seems just fine. I think being out of SA for so long it could be just enough time to revive the soul and get all my energy levels to prefered expectancy and just take the funk to new levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy I think. I have taken a couple steps back now in Tanzania and look at was is happening and I only start laughing. Can not believe what I got myself into in 2005, but thinking about it now that I had to follow this route. It doesn't matter how hard it was, but the rule is to take from it what ever I could have and I will......Do not make the same mistake twice in a row. For now, it is time to close out here in Tanzania. Getting everything sold and sorted out before my time comes is quite hectic. OH Ja Dirk, ek gaan Terry se goed vir haar gee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, countdown has started. One hurdle date to get over and then it is the final straight to the 1st in Style! So for now, guys have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-3214695167135946678?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3214695167135946678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=3214695167135946678&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/3214695167135946678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/3214695167135946678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-did-not-forget.html' title='I did not forget.....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/Rk6j_gqgfgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/370x22wPJKY/s72-c/Grand+Cheorkee+Overlander2002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-6786345071873212787</id><published>2007-05-09T22:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:13:31.575+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Entry....!</title><content type='html'>First things first......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow morning it will be the 10th of May and I hope you all know what day is that......Ja everyone, it is Jess's day! HER BIRTHDAY! So, HAPPY BRITHDAY BRU and may you have a lot of year still to come. And sex of coarse! I really hope you enjoy it and may it be just the year that you have been waited for so long. CHEERS to my buddy JESS, I will definately have a couple of beers on you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go to SA on friday for 5 days. I bought a car. My god, it has been a while since I have done something so impulsive and expensive though. But, I need to sort out some financial issue and then I will spend mother's day with my mom. It really has been a while. So, I will return on Wednesday the 16th just intime of a huge celebration for the 21st.....Guess what I will get on for my Bday...A TICKET OUT OF HERE......YIPPEE! So, the 31st will be officially be my last working day in Tanzania and will leave here on the 1st July. 3 Weeks from tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jess, HAPPY BIRTHDAY again my dear and I hope you will enjoy the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;br /&gt;Gordon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-6786345071873212787?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6786345071873212787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=6786345071873212787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6786345071873212787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6786345071873212787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/05/short-entry.html' title='A Short Entry....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-2732441373203002526</id><published>2007-04-28T21:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:54.600+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOTJzQDtnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mLY-SI1YH5g/s1600-h/28+April+2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOTJzQDtnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mLY-SI1YH5g/s400/28+April+2015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truely believe the month of MAY is my month. Two reasons, namely: The first it is my birthday month and also the birthday month of so many of my friends and the second, well I can not express it even more than before and that is the month when dreams comes together with reality........Was auch immer, ja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, small talk behind now. Lets focus on things that matters and that is RUGBY. My god, have you guys whatch the game last night beween the Blue Bulls &amp; the Blues? Absolutely phenomenal! One of my colleagues stayed over last night to experience a bit of more sociality different from Bagamoyo and me of course the South African patriate I am decided to take him to SPUR and showed him what life is all about. Being stoned with a 2L beer jug filled with SOUTH AFRICAN "CASTLE DRAUGHT" enjoying a real spectical that was being played out before our eyes....My god, the BULLS showed me why I have always chosen them as my team.......Thrashing the Blues convincingly with force, skill and ulimately with heart! This what we are all about. "LIEFLING sal jy vanaand....." Shortly, it was just called MAGIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do not know what the fuck is wrong with me.....I think I know why.......My COUNTRY! So, bad fortune has changed into extremely well waited LUCK....for once, I think there is a direct relationship bewteen SOCIAL LIFE = WELL BEING......I mean, if you don't feel good, then your relationship goes to shit. I mean, your emotional level makes the slightest upward move then there is a flood with SOCIAL WELL being and vise versa......Being realy active the last couple of weeks and the fun has just started. The last 3 weeks in Tanzania, the fun will be outplayed with socialism, alcoholism, ra....no not that one, idiotism and bla bla bla....fuck, i realy do not know what i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, good fortune....Yeah, that was it....I am going to SA for 6 -8 months and run a project in Port Elizebeth but I will be based in Johannesburg. My first step into a career I set my focus on almost 5 years ago and shortly I will be doing that and it could be promising. Going back home was never such a big issue for me as it is at this point in time. Will I be able to adapt again? Who knows, but if you don't try you will know. I am extremely happy about it and well first I will have LEAVE. I haven't seen my parents in almost 9 months now and spending time with them will be incredible. I believe it will be. Then as well planning to see Mauritius again and this trip I am planning to do with Herman a guy I met in Mauritius almost 2.5 years ago and with us two....Hmmmmm, who will know what will happen? I can tell you what will be the main focus of what the trip could have installed....But leave it up to your imagination.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, today I went with a buddy of mine to South Beach in DAR and with previous history that always teaches us, I guess it was the last time that I will go there. I took the time and really tried and enjoy it and it was spectacular and as the sun set, peace on earth. Until Ian decided to take some pictures of locals from the car and he soon realised that doing that here is definately a big NO NO....... Quite upset they were. I remember that Dirk experience the same type of thing just before he left here and his experience included something with stones and very fucking angry Msai's....Ask before you take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have added a bit more photos, so I hope you guys will enjoy it. Tomorrow it is back to work for me. Have a good weekend what is left of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Nachi, happy birthday bru. I know I have missed it with a day, but you know better late than never, right? Anyway, I hope 22 will make the most laid man in the world. Just be safe! Legally you are an adult now. My god, guys, can you believe this shit? Our brother Nachi has become a man now.....Have a huge beer on me bru. Enjoy the day!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-2732441373203002526?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2732441373203002526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=2732441373203002526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/2732441373203002526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/2732441373203002526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-truely-believe-month-of-may-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOTJzQDtnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mLY-SI1YH5g/s72-c/28+April+2015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-6754653327610575095</id><published>2007-04-28T21:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:54.977+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting the scene....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOQJzQDtlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gc0_LqzmMyo/s1600-h/28+April+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOQJzQDtlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gc0_LqzmMyo/s400/28+April+2007+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A photographer in the making, my friend Ian for CPT......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOQKDQDtmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CNZUa5cKxk8/s1600-h/28+April+2007+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOQKDQDtmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CNZUa5cKxk8/s400/28+April+2007+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a dude on his way.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-6754653327610575095?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6754653327610575095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=6754653327610575095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6754653327610575095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6754653327610575095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/04/setting-scene.html' title='Setting the scene....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOQJzQDtlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gc0_LqzmMyo/s72-c/28+April+2007+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-6068084991650953337</id><published>2007-04-28T21:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:55.718+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring at the sun.....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOO3zQDthI/AAAAAAAAADk/gv9Z1v_DAi8/s1600-h/28+April+2007+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOO3zQDthI/AAAAAAAAADk/gv9Z1v_DAi8/s400/28+April+2007+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring at the sun......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOO4DQDtiI/AAAAAAAAADs/v4crjhVwbZ0/s1600-h/28+April+2007+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOO4DQDtiI/AAAAAAAAADs/v4crjhVwbZ0/s400/28+April+2007+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course there was Kili involved......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOO4DQDtjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aqEafsWdB_0/s1600-h/28+April+2007+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOO4DQDtjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aqEafsWdB_0/s400/28+April+2007+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean, what do you want more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-6068084991650953337?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6068084991650953337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=6068084991650953337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6068084991650953337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6068084991650953337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/04/staring-at-sun.html' title='Staring at the sun.....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RjOO3zQDthI/AAAAAAAAADk/gv9Z1v_DAi8/s72-c/28+April+2007+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-2871428557057361210</id><published>2007-04-15T22:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:56.166+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess that was it now...Pretty cool hey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ37k7pXPI/AAAAAAAAADM/RRqA-q_Jagk/s1600-h/December+3+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ37k7pXPI/AAAAAAAAADM/RRqA-q_Jagk/s400/December+3+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ37k7pXQI/AAAAAAAAADU/zOXHr1ZyULg/s1600-h/April+15+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ37k7pXQI/AAAAAAAAADU/zOXHr1ZyULg/s400/April+15+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-2871428557057361210?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2871428557057361210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=2871428557057361210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/2871428557057361210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/2871428557057361210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-guess-that-was-it-nowpretty-cool-hey.html' title='I guess that was it now...Pretty cool hey?'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ37k7pXPI/AAAAAAAAADM/RRqA-q_Jagk/s72-c/December+3+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-8079936174166993386</id><published>2007-04-15T22:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:56.800+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it is getting alot of reflecting now....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ3GU7pXMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/D3w_2HNL448/s1600-h/November+26+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ3GU7pXMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/D3w_2HNL448/s400/November+26+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ3GU7pXNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U8Urq25HxJw/s1600-h/April+15+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ3GU7pXNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U8Urq25HxJw/s400/April+15+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ3Gk7pXOI/AAAAAAAAADE/OC1tWnx_d2k/s1600-h/April+15+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ3Gk7pXOI/AAAAAAAAADE/OC1tWnx_d2k/s400/April+15+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-8079936174166993386?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8079936174166993386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=8079936174166993386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8079936174166993386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8079936174166993386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-it-is-getting-alot-of-reflecting.html' title='Well, it is getting alot of reflecting now....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ3GU7pXMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/D3w_2HNL448/s72-c/November+26+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-6984708576386237580</id><published>2007-04-15T21:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:57.497+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Still reflecting on the past 20 months....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ2DU7pXII/AAAAAAAAACU/ZjJPGbtnKwQ/s1600-h/July+30+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ2DU7pXII/AAAAAAAAACU/ZjJPGbtnKwQ/s400/July+30+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ2Dk7pXJI/AAAAAAAAACc/TrodBhrwxr8/s1600-h/March+31+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ2Dk7pXJI/AAAAAAAAACc/TrodBhrwxr8/s400/March+31+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ2Dk7pXKI/AAAAAAAAACk/KXQPvMLmB_I/s1600-h/November+26+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ2Dk7pXKI/AAAAAAAAACk/KXQPvMLmB_I/s400/November+26+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-6984708576386237580?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6984708576386237580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=6984708576386237580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6984708576386237580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6984708576386237580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-reflecting-on-past-20-months.html' title='Still reflecting on the past 20 months....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ2DU7pXII/AAAAAAAAACU/ZjJPGbtnKwQ/s72-c/July+30+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-4064932509839054561</id><published>2007-04-15T21:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:57.960+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting the past 20 months.....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ0rE7pXEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/i7f6Y90hgWE/s1600-h/December+3+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ0rE7pXEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/i7f6Y90hgWE/s400/December+3+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ0rE7pXFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/j1ocISa_G3s/s1600-h/December+4+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ0rE7pXFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/j1ocISa_G3s/s400/December+4+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ0rU7pXGI/AAAAAAAAACE/4MUv1YyH0L4/s1600-h/December+4+B+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ0rU7pXGI/AAAAAAAAACE/4MUv1YyH0L4/s400/December+4+B+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-4064932509839054561?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4064932509839054561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=4064932509839054561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4064932509839054561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4064932509839054561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/04/reflecting-past-20-months.html' title='Reflecting the past 20 months.....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RiJ0rE7pXEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/i7f6Y90hgWE/s72-c/December+3+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-1901967529736783120</id><published>2007-04-12T14:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T14:52:31.047+03:00</updated><title type='text'>31 May 2007</title><content type='html'>For all of you that wondered why my Blog, SKYPE and MSN reads 31 May 2007, it is that my birthday will find place 10 days later then it normally would have and that on this day one of my biggest wishes in the last couple of months will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it is the day that I will leave this godforsaken country. To be honest, I'm pleased with this decision and definately my mind has taken shape to the ordinary world or mine at least. In someways I do not regret that I ever came here, but ach, I do so much. Now, I know one of my biggest principles is not to regret anything, but this one I can not help for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Tanzania for the last 21 months, it definately changed me so much in many different aspects. For starters, I am 2 years older. I have had a broken knee and wrist. I dislike french people even more and I am a bit wiser and more confident then before. Tanzania taught me at the end of the day that you need to be really strong to survive this ordeal, you need to be mentally strong to adapt to this world and you should have patience. Patience is the only thing I do not have here and that could probably mean that this could have been the reason why it was so hard for me to adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the other night a DVD called "Blood Diamonds" and this really opened my eyes and realised how close it was with reality and what is happening with AFRICA. It reflects honestly true life in AFRICA and what they do to each other just for money. This reality shocked me to death and made me think how easy it to us just to look past the reality surrounding us. We looked at it as "NORMAL" and we try to adapt to it to survive. Frankly, I do not care who says what. This is my opinion and no-one will ever be able to change it. I have been there, I have got the T-Shirt and I will get the fuck out of here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will the road take me? Honestly, I do not know and I really do not care at this specific point in time. After the 31st, I will enjoy a much needed rest and just maybe plan to go to my isle. I can guarantee you now that my time off will be a minmum of one month and just maybe I can push for the second to clear this head of mine. I do have a couple of propositions for work at the moment and the first and foremost staying on in Degremont moving into commissioning that will guarantee that I will not be longer in one specific country for more then 6-8 months which is totally fine for me. I have a couple of job offers and just maybe I will go back to school full time. The one idea (I know that Dirk would like it) is to go to Australia, but I do not want to commit myself to such an extent  to imigrate just for the sake of work. I am young, independant and have a career going for me and I should use this to the maximum to secure for definate a great future. Whether I have the support of my colleagues, well, I do not give a fuckin rats ass about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now it is 7 weeks to date and it will not change (guaranteed) and then I am free. Most of the crap I got gathered up here in the last 21 months are sold within a day and I do have some extra cash I didn't bargained for....Just my luck! I think enough has been said now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-1901967529736783120?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1901967529736783120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=1901967529736783120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/1901967529736783120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/1901967529736783120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/04/31-may-2007.html' title='31 May 2007'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-356356427725160293</id><published>2007-03-28T12:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:06:40.188+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts of Life......!</title><content type='html'>This past Monday I had a chat with a very dear friend of mine and he informed me of the happenings that involved a common friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, I just would like to say that I do really value friendships and as simple as that might sound, I do believe in the goodness of people in general. A couple of years ago my life changed tremendously and I started focussing on the value of life and I have created all these small rules/laws I live by today to ensure that the majority of my time here on earth could be guaranteed as incredible. Of coarse you can not really guarantee a great life(although it is biggest fundamental BYLAW), but you can definately improve your chances to enjoy such a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these rules/laws is that I try not to lie, bulshit or play with anyone's heart. By doing that, I will feel guilty afterwards and the other party could get terribly hurt and that will even play more or my conscious. I believe that what you see is what you get. No hidden secrets and the total truth. By being this honest and genuine, I have the tendancy to believe in the goodness in others. I think that by doing this, you open yourself to an extremely great time together, but when you fall, you fall as well just extremely hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having only 10min of an extremely great life, you will never be able to substitute it. It is definately NOT replaceable. This is by looking at it at the positive side of things......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at the negative side of things (which I rarely do unless I feel blocked in), I sometimes wonder when your life goes dead wrong, how people get themselves in deeper shit just because of fear. I mean, if you look back years and you see no self improvement, what do you do? If you are not happy in your normal life, but you are afraid to break away 'cause the unknown frightens the living shit out of you, what do you do? You have experienced maybe 6 months of the life you ought to have, but 'cause of these fears you are so afraid to take the risk......Well, my philosophy to this would be that if you down't risk, you will stay just where you are. A normal life does not neccessarily mean it should be a sad life. People decide to do certain things and make decisions based on the actual facts at hand by the time of making that decision. It does not neccessarily mean that it was the best decision, but it was one that suited the facts at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day you will experience something different from the ordinary and that is why our lives eventually take different directions. Things happens to us whether we want it to or not. The key is just what you will do to survive it. Bad things do happen and we tend to call it bad things when it doesn't suit our approval or came unplanned or unforceen. Well, it is not neccessarily bad, it is just different and when you learn to accept it, it will become known as normal. But, one should not force the issues of life. The things then tend to move from bad to worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at yourself right now and you reflect what happened to you during the past the couple of years, you can definately see it might not be the ideal path of life. You did experience how life should be lived, but chose not too.....The reason for that I really do not know and only you took that decision. And now, 10 years was with real highs and with terrible lows. You chose to took the risk and you found that now it might not have been the ideal the decision.....but you were too afraid to do something else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you involved another life into your situation and then does not neccessarily mean everything will be OK. Well, you should step up the play and take the responsibility of your decisions. Nothing in the world means now more then you two and you have to promise now that you will do everything in your power to guarantee that you will set a platform for you to live realistically and try to minimize all risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definately not a bad thing, it is only different. I know it is something you always wanted. Maybe the timing isn't that great, but it is here now and you should deal with it. I know you would be great in it and will bring you tremendous joy and probably later on terrible pain. I am not angry, maybe just shocked. But, I believe in you and I suggest you do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truely believe you can do it and just promise me &amp; yourself you will never regret it. NO REGRETS as always..... Heads up and walk tall &amp;amp; proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-356356427725160293?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/356356427725160293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=356356427725160293&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/356356427725160293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/356356427725160293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/03/facts-of-life.html' title='Facts of Life......!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-7609908557263874160</id><published>2007-03-25T23:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:58.300+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRINGBOK NUDE GIRLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RgbVIyEmJeI/AAAAAAAAABk/Wfd9Z7wdDhA/s1600-h/Springbok+Nude+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RgbVIyEmJeI/AAAAAAAAABk/Wfd9Z7wdDhA/s400/Springbok+Nude+Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Basically, this was one of our first real "ROCKERS" in South Africa and really their music back in the days meant a lot of weed, alcohol, sex and being a rebel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;To date this band has split up and the lead vocalist Arno Carstens went solo producing great music on his own. One of his songs played in the VW Tourec adds in South Africa (do not know if it was overseas), but amazing shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;But, if you guys can get hold off this one song called Blue Eyes.....I mean, this was one of my greatest all time ROCK songs. You can get it on Limewire....I know, 'cause I just did....Here is the lyrics. Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;BLUE EYES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;We're gonna grow you up slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;We're gonna chain you steal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Sand in the hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;We'll tell you in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Nester things and slumber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Well I feed my arms for love murder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Round about round about round about now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;sorry to say the others didn't make it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Round about round about round about now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;You're my ticket out of here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Devour you slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Love you today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Sand in the hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;We'll tell you in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Nester things and slumber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;For it's a common &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Round about round about round about now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;sorry to say the others didn't make it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Round about round about round about now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;You're my ticket out of here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Daddy's little blue eyes i come for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;I aint gonna leave her behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Daddy's little blue eyes i come for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;I aint gonna leave you behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Daddy's little blue eyes i come for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;I aint gonna leave her behind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Daddy's little blue eyes i come for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;I aint gonna leave her behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Daddy's little blue eyes i come for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;I aint gonna leave her behind-hind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Leave her behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Aint gonna leave her behind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're my ticket out of here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Guys, really try and get this one....Amazing local shit home brewed in South Africa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-7609908557263874160?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7609908557263874160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=7609908557263874160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/7609908557263874160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/7609908557263874160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/03/springbok-nude-girls.html' title='SPRINGBOK NUDE GIRLS'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RgbVIyEmJeI/AAAAAAAAABk/Wfd9Z7wdDhA/s72-c/Springbok+Nude+Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-1234842374161702250</id><published>2007-03-24T20:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:08:36.986+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping on toes....!</title><content type='html'>I know I have been a bad blogger lately. To be honest, I am not in the mood of putting my thoughts down on paper. It has been a real difficult time during the past couple of months and somehow I am really trying to find my feet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of nights ago I spent a couple of hours going through photos from Mauritius, viewed Google Earth a couple of times and start going through my blog from Mauritius. I mean, somehow I am trying to pick myself up and trying to get back my spirit which I had back in Mauritius. Seeing all those picks and reading the posts made me realized how quick life can change in only a couple of months. In one way I do miss the island so much, but that is not what is burning inside. I have this uneasyness boiling inside and I do not know how to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is my body trying to tell me this is enough. AFRICA is enough! I chatted with my boss no too long ago after watching BLOOD DIAMONDS and that made me realize how bad AFRICA really is. I'm not even talking about Leonardo's bad accent which isn't by the way South African. The words he used, yeah well.....but overall he sounded like a sick american with flu. SHAME ON YOU making us sound that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life ain't easy here. It really isn't and I do not know even if I moved somewhere else that uneasyness that stuck in my gutt will disapear. I do not even get excited thinking that I will move soon. It really feels that I am dead and sick and tired of all the shit. Everything! It feels like I need to break away from what I know is my reality and focus on myself. It feels that I need to go and search for that light that once shined in my life which brought me to levels of NON-STOP FUN.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. I think I had enough and know I need at least a 6 month break. MINIMUM. Thinking of spending time back on the island, tour Namibia, Australia &amp; America....Thinking of the Caribbean quite often lately as well. The greatest thought is it might be a possibility in the next 2 months or so....I will definately consider it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in France did not go off that well or for Degremont rather. I gave them 2 options and that is that they either move me now or I will resign. I am done with the way we work in Africa. The ZERO level of professionalism that they deal with projects in Africa and the way they deal with there personal. Really, I am done with that. Wether I have the option to go back to South Africa for them doesn't really bother me at all. I am burned out and I feel like a corps living on high energy drinks. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the time in Germany though. Couple of really rough nights and the first starting off with me sleeping in the bathroom of a pub and drunk fucking germans shouting to call the POLIZEI.....Until they saw really how big the dude is that found the porcelyn king quite attractive. Meeting up with the banking germans was great. All of them! Joern, Kerstin, Kevin, Lars &amp; Wolfgang and meeting up with Anne later on was also great. But, 3 days does not change someone's outlook on life. Only temporary solution.....! But Bratwurst mit brochien, Peter Styvesant's and a shit loads of beer (and something I called the South African Bomber - Double Sambuca with double Jagermeister mix) makes you dream of better days to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go see a professional to maybe talk about my feelings....yeah right! Fuck that shit bru. I need more alcohol, SEX and more alcohol to get me back on track....And maybe beautiful sunsets.....Maybe go and visit Cuba! I do not think South Africans have any restrictions going to Cuba, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all out.....I am not depressed. Not at all. Just extremely tired and zero motivation and at this age it is definately not a good sign. I need to strategise and plan....."cause that is what I am good at. I am OK, alive and moving........At the moment, I am coping and the day I find myself not too, that will be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surehka, I really appreicate your input and believing in me. That is why I respect you so much, 'cause you always have the right answers and the wisdom and that is why I am still here today. Thanks for standing by my side during this time. I do see it and appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note is that Dirk is back in operation with one of our affiliated companies in Australia. He is based for 3 months in Sydney I think and then he will move to Brisbane although his family is staying in Brisbane. Guys, I am glad you are doing good! My thoughts are with you always. Say hi to Dylan for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, this is it. I will update as soon as I find any changes in my path. Miss you all and have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bru,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-1234842374161702250?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1234842374161702250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=1234842374161702250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/1234842374161702250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/1234842374161702250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/03/stepping-on-toes.html' title='Stepping on toes....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-6647754589323397565</id><published>2007-03-05T17:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:58.537+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I do........! And that was it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/ReworPAivMI/AAAAAAAAABc/zTEOByQHIvM/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/ReworPAivMI/AAAAAAAAABc/zTEOByQHIvM/s400/Picture+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is worth nothing if you can not share it with someone special!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-6647754589323397565?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6647754589323397565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=6647754589323397565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6647754589323397565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6647754589323397565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-do-and-that-was-it.html' title='I do........! And that was it!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/ReworPAivMI/AAAAAAAAABc/zTEOByQHIvM/s72-c/Picture+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-428346054597026853</id><published>2007-03-05T16:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:58.729+03:00</updated><title type='text'>End for being alone, the start of being united...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RewcF_AivLI/AAAAAAAAABU/PM3obo62PII/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RewcF_AivLI/AAAAAAAAABU/PM3obo62PII/s400/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Well, the title of this blog refers only to the life of a single man. I guess from now on it will be a start of hopefully a good life between 2 incredible people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;What can I say? Last week I went to South Africa for the much enjoyable ceremony. For me it was a real quick in and out flight (2 days to be precise) only to witness the marriage of 2 good people. My former "FD" in South Africa and currently one of my best friends around and his gal (now wife).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;I remember the last visit of Wayne in Mauritius where I knew that something was definately wrong. This was in July 2005 and a huge party going on at my place in F&amp;F. People like Uma (just came back on that Saturday afternoon from Tanzania), Bruce, Sandrine &amp;amp; Bryce and me attended a BRAAI as usual at my place. I remember that we had this huge piece of fillet on the braai where some people referred to it as the trunk of an elephant and basically we all except Wayne ('cause as usual he was on the phone for a fucking long time) finished the meat in 10 minutes flat. I suspect that was some sort of achievement &amp; probably a record that day. I remembered the night before was Bruce's B-day and we had a one heck of a party going at Buddah Bar and well the following events is something that I do not really want to talk about. But it was in the lines of only sleeping 20 minutes before I had to go to work, ended sleeping in the car park at the airport, got a speeding fine not because I was drunk, but 'cause I drove extremely slow and the cop couldn't even recognize that I was drunk &amp;amp; driving, and of coarse returning home where all the events of the previous nights started all over again.....My god!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Anyway, it became that bad where I actually wished that Wayne would leave for his hotel in Grande Baie for me to be able to get a well deserved rest.....! But of coarse that never happened! Anyway, I remember Wayne telling me about his problems and I wished for his sake that he would get out of the relationship that he founded himself in (His previous relationship and of coarse he did soon after). Wayne wasn't happy at all at that point in his life and I know he found it extremely dificult to get out of at that stage a 4 year relationship and fiancee, but he did eventually and I met up with him a couple of months later in Johannesburg and this is where I met Lisa. Man, what a gal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Anyway, I saw Wayne transformed from extremely unhappy to a man that had everything going for himself again. I was extremly happy seeing these 2 getting married almost 2 years after. Both of them turned out to be one of my closest friends to date and both of them being extremely happy. At the end, witnessing a fairytale like this inspires everyone and make them believe that life does have more advantages then disadvantages. Life follows its own cycle and changes everyone if you let it. I believe that life always works out for the best, it is up to us not to fuck it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;At the end, I have to say that this was one of the most spectacular weddings ever. AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL with 2 AMAZING PEOPLE. They are on their honeymoon now in Thailand &amp; Vietnam and believe they will now come back as one unit or entity. That is what life is all about. Being special! I just want to congratulate my 2 best friends ever and wish them all the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Wayne &amp;amp; Lisa Storey, 24 February 2007.....May the fairytale live on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-428346054597026853?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/428346054597026853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=428346054597026853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/428346054597026853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/428346054597026853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_05.html' title='End for being alone, the start of being united...!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RewcF_AivLI/AAAAAAAAABU/PM3obo62PII/s72-c/Picture+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-4071791247689722981</id><published>2007-02-18T12:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T12:40:18.395+03:00</updated><title type='text'>with the Sunshine in the sky.......</title><content type='html'>Maybe it is just the season, but definately I have been on a 120 mile high.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just returned from Mwanza (Lake Victoria) with absolutely no work done this weekend. AWESOME! Spent quality time with a good couple of people. Met 2 Yanks, an Ausstralian, a couple of South Africans, a half britt/frenchie and just a whole lot of good people....Of coarse "Touch Yourself" or so called "Soap on a rope" took the crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we pulled into a Pub/Bar called Tilapi and just partied the night away. I was picked up from the airport by a colleague with a bottle of Captain Morgan and basically I finsihed it within a half an hour. Decided it was time to paint the town red and eventually ended pulling out the guitars and jamming with an Austrlian. What a Jol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon after waking up with one mother of a headache we set off for a farewell braai of one of the South Africans I met almost a year ago, my last time bein' 'round Mwanza. Met up with a couple of Yankees from New Jersey and oh my god, we took Pink Floyd to a new level. Amazed by powerful lead guitarist and just say, the joke of the night was to re-inact the pronounciation of a french guy speaking terrible english. At the end, good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thursday night the one Yank will make his turn in DSM and I will introduce him to the new English Pub just across my street and as well an Irish Pub down at slipway. Rrrrrrrr, PARTY! Friday morning I will be off to South Africa for the weekend to attend Wayne's Wedding on Saturday. (Bru, I hope this one stick!)....And I also have confirmation that I will be in Paris somewhere bewteen the 5 - 9 March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timo bru, I know it is past your deadline but I will definately try and come on over the weekend before you leave. I will confirm within the week. I decided to rather take my one week leave and spend it alone on the island. Yeah, somewhere in April I will go to the island for a break. Well, France give me a week and then I will take it over Easter Weekend and by doing that, I will have 2 weeks holiday. It is all about planning and yeah, PHOENIX and I will be re-united once again. Will be sad not having you guys around like old times, but I need this, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now it is all &amp; out, 'til next time that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-4071791247689722981?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4071791247689722981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=4071791247689722981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4071791247689722981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4071791247689722981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/02/with-sunshine-in-sky.html' title='with the Sunshine in the sky.......'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-5340902838065314199</id><published>2007-02-05T00:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:30:44.065+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's goin' to wear my Crown?</title><content type='html'>Luckily or the dust went to rest and life is almost as normal as possible. Lately I have started spreading my thoughts further down to the end of this year and just maybe......Just maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have realized during the last couple of weeks is really how alone I am doin' what doin best. It is definately not that I am sad about doin' it all alone, but at the end it does catch a bit of your soul. Now that this shit at work seems to have calmed down and I am spending my time thinking really hard and quite often about next year and so forth and where and what I will be doin'. After a couple extremely hard phonecalls I realised that my ex-boss in SA and still officially in charge of my well being still really cares about what happens to me and I have to admit I haven't the been the easiest to be around.......I just would like her to know that I really appreciate her presence in my career and I do trust her judgement completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for guiding me and when times get tough, thanks for being there. I know that this is the part where I have to come to the forefront and play the part. Being profeesionally driven isn't always about the effort you put in and it isn't always about the wrongs that have been done to you.....It is actually everything to do with your motivation, inspiration and setting up the goals and no matter what you need to do to achieve the goals and dreams that sometimes seems a bit far fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time has come to get this all setted out and plan the remaining period of my stay as an extreme learning curve. Survival at the end has nothin' to do with strength, but in fact it is all about adapting to change &amp; drive....May it as it is, getting on the black stallion and ride off into the sunset never ends the way you wish it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incredible period has commenced now at a stage on this project where you see what the previous 18 months was all about. Seeing the end in sight helps time to go by. Seeing the fruit of your 18 months harvest really puts the essence into satisfaction and encourage those who previously were not sure of what it all was about. Ladies &amp; gentlemen, I'm talking about mechanical erection (it it has nothing to do with bionic sex) on site and not too far from now I will start partially the new works on all 3 sites that I am techically incharge off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really forgot back in Mauritius how it felt seeing your late hours, planning &amp; designing comes to a point and see your work physically growing right infront of your eyes. I just love this part and specially the end of the contract. It brings a sigh of relief as well as satisfaction. "Cause at the end it is all for those who just can not expreience first worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, just carry on and take it step-by-step still solving the mysteries of a badly written contract. Who cares, it will definately come on my CV. It is great to hear people speaking about you around the world and the trust and belief that trusted you with. Welcome to my world! It might not be first world, but it definately takes first place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love y'all, goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-5340902838065314199?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5340902838065314199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=5340902838065314199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/5340902838065314199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/5340902838065314199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/02/whos-goin-to-wear-my-crown.html' title='Who&apos;s goin&apos; to wear my Crown?'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-6923402155507434835</id><published>2007-01-28T00:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:09:43.578+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doin' India Underground.....!</title><content type='html'>Extremely difficult week ended extremely weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, professionally a lot of setbacks occured this week and it all ended up in floats. Officially I has submitted my resignation from Degremont and from end of Feb I will be a free man. Why, well lets just say it has to do with politics and y'all know me. Politics isn't part of my game and actually I can not give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phonecalls coming from all over the world requesting me to re-think my strategy, but time will tell. I had enough and enough is definately enough. End of Feb my contract will expire and now I will go to Paris for a couple of days. Renegotiations! Well does it always have to come to this point. Why can't people appreciate what they have before they really lost it. The good side of this all is that I will have a week to spend with all expenses paid anywhere I want and decided that if I am in France then I can just hop across border and visit Germany again with exceptional drinking experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and as far as I know Nafiz will join. Timo brother, we want to visit you before you set off for the UK. So before 6 March we will have a reunion in Germany with all the boys on an extreme drinking experience. So, no questions about this decision of work.....Give it time and it will play out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Jane or Joint Venture Partner Accounted decided to take Sebastien &amp; me out for dinner and beer and it all ended up Indian Underground. It was extremely underground so much so that you can snap your fingers and well, you can imagine the lap dance situation for yourself. It was extremely weird, but I have throughly enjoyed it. Bangra and all the honey bees around, it was an expreienced definately NOT to be missed. It was so hidden that someone will not even realize that is is that kind of place. The girls aged 20 -25 extremely beautiful and ja, the rest will be locked up hidden for ever. Like they say: You do not speak out of your bedroom.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a suggestion. I believe I should involve my buddist buddies into my activities. I believe Mr. Podi Bandara might just have the time of his life.....NO COMMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life has to go on and we will see each other soon. May god bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-6923402155507434835?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6923402155507434835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=6923402155507434835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6923402155507434835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6923402155507434835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/01/doin-india-underground.html' title='Doin&apos; India Underground.....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-6729816558760315994</id><published>2007-01-18T18:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T19:07:54.454+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you fucking believe it?</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the heading, but that is exactly how I feel at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since my return the work hasn't died off, not at all....It did actually picked up quite fiercely. I mean, since I woke up on Sunday morning 7am I actually only had 16 hours of sleep. What I mean is that people who knows me, knows I have to get my minimum 8 hours in daily or I'll get really grumpy as people found out on Tuesday. I had to go through Sunday and Monday and eventually got to bed on Tuesday morning 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, well....do the maths. Anyway, got up this morning at 5 am and set off to Bagamoyo that is 85kn away from DAR and I got there around 07:30. Soent there the whole day sorting out shit in 38degrees centigrade and left at 6pm. Then I decided to swop cars so that I can give some guys off this weekend and that I will drive equioment to our other site on Saturday 75km away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result is that I got back to the office a couple of minutes ago and realised that my house keys is on my other set of car keys and the guy who has my car is in Bagamoyo. Do you think I will drive back to get my keys? No, fuck that. Got our local guy to come out and brings his angle grinder with. I will remove that oadlock later tonight with force and I will enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have mentioned in my previous posting on the upcoming travelling and to be honest, the dates needs to be set. At this point in time it seems that it will not happen before May and latest starting around October '07. I will have more info on this in the next 2 weeks when I will know what will happen with my position here in Tanzania. I have to say that I did receive a couple of calls yesterday asking me to come back to South Africa.....So, this could now become definate within the next 4 - 6 weeks ann then just finishing up with the new contract in Senegal and then I guess I will be free from mid April. If I will stay in DAR, the earliest I suspect that I will start travelling in October '07. So Amu, I know that this is not very specific, but my life at the moment really has a lot of unknowns and varies from day to day. But, it will definately happen during this time. I just hope the Americans will give me a Visa though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-6729816558760315994?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6729816558760315994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=6729816558760315994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6729816558760315994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6729816558760315994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/01/can-you-fucking-believe-it.html' title='Can you fucking believe it?'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-4045150817061505674</id><published>2007-01-13T21:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:42:12.767+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Imagine.....!</title><content type='html'>This whole thing in Tanzania might be over sooner than I inticipated for. For starters, my employment contract expires end of February although the Project will need to go on at least for another 42 weeks. Fucking too long if you ask me, but hey, this is my options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can re-negotiate my contract with France and well, if they do not agree to my terms then I will definately be out of here. That will mean that I can only go back home and maybe pursue a career in South Africa that could involve a lot of travelling in Africa. Woopee! As if I really care....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Otherwise I can shut my mouth &amp; see this one through. This will be an incredible hard option for me to pursue, so France, you better get your attitude correct. Being almost 16 months in Tanzania doesn't really mean that I will tell my kids one day about my great adventures, get what I'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, SA it might become very shortly or will even considder going to Uni and study my long last Architecture childhood dreams and change my career for the 2nd time in the last 10 years. But hey, tomorrow I would like to wake up with a smile and it has nothing to do with the morning glory theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I promised earlier that this year will at least include a shit load travelling. Now that South African Airways are part of the STAR ALIANCE group with big names such United Airlines, Singapore Airlines and Lufthansa that means we can also enjoy the benefits of around the world tickets.....Hmmmmm, lekka bru! I saw on Timo's blog that he already stated my plans coming over to Deutschland again......JA MAN, fuck, I believe the German Immigration should at least give me permanent residentship because of my patriotism to Deutschland without even being a Duitser. So, I checked out tonight my travel itenary and made some sort of travelling plans. The only thing I definately need to confirm is the dates and ach ja, the visas. But preliminary the travel plans look something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Johannesburg to Brisbane, 2-3 weeks. Ja Dirk, I will be coming your way. It fucking takes me something like 20-23 hours via Singapore. Yeah mate, gonna get myself a Sheila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brisbane to West Palm Beach, Florida. +/- 10 days. Uma gal, I will be seeing you some time this year. Just get the party started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. West Palm Beach to NY (JFK). I will rent hopefully a convertable mustang and drive up north on the east coast of America to a place called New Haven, Conneticut. Jess, this one is for you baby. Will spend roughly 10 days there as well and then drive back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. NY (JFK) to Frankfurt. (2-3 weeks) Well people, this time around it will be just one incredible jol. Guys, I know some of you will be working and some of you will be going to school, but this time round I will be able to make it on my own and it will include a shit load of alcohol. Of coarse this time the same as the last, Wurzburg, Frankfurt &amp; Berlin and maybe a bit exploring as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Then it is back home where I will get off on the way in Mauritius. (2 weeks) Hehehehe, guess what will happen there? Anyway, then it will be done and I will come back home to start my life again and forget about all you people. Live the life as borring as possible with the normal idea of everyone being a workaholic, family man and all the debt involved with it. Ja, was auch immer! Never,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world ticket like this, inclusive of all flights, are only ZAR21,500.00 = USD3300 and to me that seems pretty reasonable. First I will cross the Indian Ocean, following with the Pacific and then lastly the Atlantic ocean. It is really a world tour and a shit load of flying involved, but a man has to do what a man has to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I believe I will enjoy now my time planning this and who knows, I might she you all sooner then you think. Have an absolutely great evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-4045150817061505674?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4045150817061505674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=4045150817061505674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4045150817061505674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4045150817061505674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-imagine.html' title='Just Imagine.....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-6477324923127102563</id><published>2007-01-09T11:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T11:59:20.483+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology.......!</title><content type='html'>One day, in line at the company cafeteria, Joe says to Mike behind him, my elbow hurts like hell. I guess I better see a doctor." Listen, you don't have to spend that kind of money," Mike replies, there's a diagnostic computer down at Woolworth's. Just give it a urine sample and the computer will tell you what's wrong and what to do about it. It takes ten seconds and costs USD 20.00 - a lot quicker and cheaper than a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Joe deposits urine sample in a small jar and takes it to Woolies. He deposits USD20.00, and the computer lights up and asks for the urine sample. He pours the sample into the slot and waits. Ten seconds later, the computer ejects a printout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and avoid heavy activity. It will improve in two weeks. Thank you for shopping @ Woolies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was, Joe began wondering if the computer could be fooled. He mixed some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, urine samples from his wife and daughter and a sperm sample for good measure. Joe hurries back to Woolies, eager to check the results. He deposits R20.00, pours in his concoction and waits for the results. The computer prints out the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. (Aisle 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo. (Aisle7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your wife is pregnant, Twins. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer. (1st Floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping @ Woolies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-6477324923127102563?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6477324923127102563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=6477324923127102563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6477324923127102563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6477324923127102563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/01/technology.html' title='Technology.......!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-518439063748006985</id><published>2007-01-07T03:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T03:23:17.447+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to what I might of thought............</title><content type='html'>Since August '06 I had to make a decision on how to proceed with the Beast.......Well to be honest, I never wanted to let go of it, but I think it was definately in my best interest after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This decision was based purely by head and not by heart and that is probably why is still feels wrong to let go of it, but my head tells me that I have really survived the first accident underneath a MAJI SAFI water carrier and the second, well, I am still recovering from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know after breaking a knee it will take extra long time to heal and I still endure the pain to an extent where I know that I will be with it for a very long time......So, alternatively the best option was to get rid of the beast and that was exactly what I did yesterday......Yeah, the Beast I and had to make our departure and I still wonder if that was the ebst decision after all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, NO more KTM and left with nothing of it except the pain and scars.....Maybe in another lifetime or different place. KTM 640 E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-518439063748006985?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/518439063748006985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=518439063748006985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/518439063748006985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/518439063748006985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/01/farewell-to-what-i-might-of-thought.html' title='Farewell to what I might of thought............'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-5229650974712453666</id><published>2007-01-05T23:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:59:06.195+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to remember it all by.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;They say that dreams only last as long as you can remember them by............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'am so glad that dreams doesn't necessarily become reality, otherwise life could have been a total different story. I see it only as a way to means......Maybe a tool of setting certain standards, goals and focussing on a set objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when you wake up one day and you realize that you just woken up from living a dream? Will the future be coloured in bold from that point on or could it mean that you have casted a solid foundation to base your future on what was great on the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me history is very imprtant to our society due to the fact that we need to learn from it and that we shouldn't look in the future before we have looked in the past. By a statement made like this it means we need to be reminded of all the wrong we have done and we should strive for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know of anyone who would wish for a bad future - what would we live for then?  What will society offers us then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To sum up what just has been said is that generally speaking we all strive for a great future by dreaming it (but we do not always remember that dream), but we live now by looking in the past to remind us what wrong we have done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What positive step could we possibily take forward to secure that great future that is so different from our past? I do not know the answer for this except that by living everyday as it was the last day of your life. Try to be brave, try to be great, try to smile each day &amp; definately say thank you for another great day lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you will think back of the great life you have lived which makes the future just so much more colourfull. Just be yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-5229650974712453666?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5229650974712453666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=5229650974712453666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/5229650974712453666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/5229650974712453666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-to-remember-it-all-by.html' title='Something to remember it all by.......'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-8681392235932224569</id><published>2007-01-01T19:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:21:03.650+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflect on 2006 with the eye on 2007.....</title><content type='html'>2006 has seen its end. Someone once told me that one should not look forward untill you understand what happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2006 was a year that hold a lot of sadness at times, difficult times where there weren't any light shining down the line, but it also included incredible times, times with laughter, times with fun and as well a year where I did a lot of travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here thinking back I remembered a year that weren't really easy, but definately one year that I can say that I have truly learned a lot. I do not want to say that at times I wished that the time could go faster, but as usually in difficult times it seems to be the norm. We are all 'bout to be one year older, maybe wiser, but definately a time that we could look back in a couple of years and say that I definately experienced 2006 and what she threw at me and at the end.....hey, look, I'm still here and I have made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see 2006 as a year of friendships. Whether it was saying goodbye to someone or just the normal hello. We cann't survive alone, whether we like it or not. Being back in South Africa really was a tremendous experience and I have learned so much that we normally take for granted. Being with your family, friends for life and just your normal surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is incredible to think how quick we are getting older each day and it is funny to sit back and starting telling stories of my childhood and be thinking that I have now officially been out of school for 10 years and what have I accomplished? To tell you the honest truth....I do not know what happened with the time that elapsed so quickly, but I am so happy to be the person I am today. I am really happy with the people I associate myself with. Whether it is by word, emails or only by heart. That is what makes me the person who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this coming year will be a year where a lot of my friends will get married, start their own families and somehow I sit here and wonder if that is what I would like to have. Ja maybe, but I do not feel too comfortable with that thought....Not now that is! Wayne &amp; Lisa are getting married end of Feb and they are planning to have children really quick. I have been asked to be the godfather of the first born. Are you guys nuts? Do you really trust and know me? It definately will be the greatest honour in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to wrap up this reflection I sit here and think about everyone out there that I love so much. It doesn't mean that if you do not hear from me that I do not care about you. No, believe me when I tell you that I always think so much about you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk, Dylan &amp;amp; Rieta - I miss you guys tremendously. Wayne &amp; Lisa - Guys I love you all so much. Anne &amp;amp; Tom - I like Cape Town a lot. Timo &amp; his whole family, Joern, Kevin, Kerstin, Hubert, Sandrine, Edina - I really think of you guys a lot and miss you so much. Nachi - Brother, India got fucked up in the cricket but I miss you. Nafiz - Brother, what's up? Jessica &amp;amp; Uma - Yanks, I miss you guys and hopefully I will see you somewhere this year. Wimpie, Megan, Nicholas, Morne, Patrick, Oliver, Annelize, Herman, Pierre - Guys, not to far now and I will be back home. For my family - Guys I really love you and I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2006 is officialy gone and 2007 is starting to unfolds its mysterious ways........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Y'all and God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-8681392235932224569?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8681392235932224569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=8681392235932224569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8681392235932224569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8681392235932224569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/01/reflect-on-2006-with-eye-on-2007.html' title='Reflect on 2006 with the eye on 2007.....'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-9125299480320894063</id><published>2007-01-01T13:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:58.953+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In Beloved Memory.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjjuOJHhaI/AAAAAAAAABM/7KuO3nKz2sE/s1600-h/December+23+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjjuOJHhaI/AAAAAAAAABM/7KuO3nKz2sE/s400/December+23+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me has definately gone with you where ever you might be. You showed me the value of true friend &amp;amp; loyalty during you 11 year life as a Staffi, no matter what the circumstances. I will love you forever, my dog, GORI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August '96 - 25 December '06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-9125299480320894063?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/9125299480320894063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=9125299480320894063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/9125299480320894063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/9125299480320894063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-beloved-memory.html' title='In Beloved Memory.......'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjjuOJHhaI/AAAAAAAAABM/7KuO3nKz2sE/s72-c/December+23+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-5576368301504708792</id><published>2007-01-01T13:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:59.125+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Continents.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjfV-JHhZI/AAAAAAAAABE/fgcDTzWrQ08/s1600-h/November+26+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjfV-JHhZI/AAAAAAAAABE/fgcDTzWrQ08/s400/November+26+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anne &amp; me at Blue Peter Hotel - Bloubergstrand, Cape Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who would have thought that I would meet any one of my friends on different continents? Mauritius then Deutschland and now at my home town in South Africa.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Anne up early last week just after I arrived in Cape Town to set a reunion. A reunion it truly was. Anne, me and then with Sandrine on the phone - nowhere else then at Quoy 4 in the V&amp;A Waterfront in Cape Town. Man, what a jol. First it was weird meeting again after Deutschland, but soon the rythm took its toll and we were set definately for a night to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH, I like the Waterfront"........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my second last night in Cape Town, Christmas Eve, Anne &amp; decided that we had to meet up for the sunset over the Atlantic Ocean and at my most favourite spot, Blue Peter Hotel on Bloubergstrand. Well, Sunset occured at 19:59pm and Anne was right, she probably knows Cape Town better then I do.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really awesome to meet up with her again and well, we have plans.......We have plans to go and visit America later this year if everything goes according to plan. That could really be awesome and funny enough I know now that it wasn't the last time that I saw her.......The world has really become such a small place.....for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-5576368301504708792?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5576368301504708792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=5576368301504708792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/5576368301504708792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/5576368301504708792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/01/3-continents.html' title='3 Continents.....'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjfV-JHhZI/AAAAAAAAABE/fgcDTzWrQ08/s72-c/November+26+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-6469783894718052786</id><published>2007-01-01T12:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:59.327+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality sets off.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjbgeJHhYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BZvDzjKPY8g/s1600-h/November+26+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjbgeJHhYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BZvDzjKPY8g/s400/November+26+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunset over the Atlantic Ocean - Bloubergstrand, Cape Town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-6469783894718052786?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6469783894718052786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=6469783894718052786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6469783894718052786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6469783894718052786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/01/reality-sets-off.html' title='Reality sets off.....'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjbgeJHhYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BZvDzjKPY8g/s72-c/November+26+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-8048377363361425824</id><published>2007-01-01T12:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:59.477+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my roots......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjaIOJHhXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aHfJ9r4ErVk/s1600-h/November+26+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjaIOJHhXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aHfJ9r4ErVk/s400/November+26+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seal Island just of the coast from Houtbay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-8048377363361425824?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8048377363361425824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=8048377363361425824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8048377363361425824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8048377363361425824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-my-roots_01.html' title='Back to my roots......'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjaIOJHhXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aHfJ9r4ErVk/s72-c/November+26+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-8095995699232558663</id><published>2007-01-01T12:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:47:59.632+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my roots......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjXjOJHhWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qZZhpDgwnfs/s1600-h/November+26+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjXjOJHhWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qZZhpDgwnfs/s400/November+26+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A view from Chpman's Peak towards Houtbay - Cape Town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-8095995699232558663?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8095995699232558663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=8095995699232558663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8095995699232558663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/8095995699232558663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-my-roots.html' title='Back to my roots......'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2caw1lud8/RZjXjOJHhWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qZZhpDgwnfs/s72-c/November+26+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-7241980494977141224</id><published>2006-11-26T21:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:03:54.979+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting time Chasing Cars....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7397/2820/1600/903480/November%2026%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7397/2820/400/287036/November%2026%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I really picked up a sense of calmness in this photo.....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly think this was a picture well taken and I have tried to capture the true essence of the state I really would like to find myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for this weekend I have planned weeks ago to end up at Mafia Island, but of of coarse that didn't work out the way I would have hope for. The attention shifted then from Mafia to the North-East coast of Zanzibar and of coarse that didn't work out the we we would have liked it to be either and then we thought we should settle for 3rd best....Bangoyo island again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it was at least 2 months since I have been there, but it was really worth the wait. I kind of like taken decisions in the spur of the moment and normally that really works out for the best. Yeah I know, everything happens for a reason, but totally agree this moment was well waited for. Sebastian (our Project Manager from France) decided to go to Bangoyo yesterday after our real intensive drive from Bagamoyo - Well me driving Dirk's old cruiser (hoping to be ine soon) and Sebastian snoaring along all the way missing the intense moments go through Tageta....Dirk, I know you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I woke up too late for the first boat to the island and called Sebastian to arrange the 11:30 shipment.....Within a rush, we got all our shit sorted out, biltong, cigarettes, maji baridi &amp; of coarse the great old Castle &amp;amp; Kili Lagers.....Boat ride was quite sorted for itself (and NO motion sickness this time) with a couple of single ladies on board all the way from  Sweden, USA &amp; UK. It is weird to see a Frenchman really exciting of certain possibilities....Dog on heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definately was one of the most amazing days visiting the island. I do not know if it is because I really needed it or if it was just because it was just a spectacular day. Temperature around 38C, the ocean turqoise and just the whitest beach sand that you ever would have witnessed. Of coarse the sun friend this "skinny"white ass of mine and I am not pretending parking off without any pain either.........But just so so so amazing beautiful. No cars, no traffic, no phone calls, no dealing &amp; wealing and for a very short moment no real africa.....Halleluhja, Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back on the boat at 16:30 and guess who we got there? No-one else then our RE not particlar happy to see the 2 Degremont boys from downtown....No, not at all. He finally received his XMAS present and I guess that will keep him pretty busy during the festive season. Ja, the big claim and this is where all hell will break loose and the communication breaks down. But that of coarse are definately part of Project Life and if you down deal with your shit very early on, it will come back and bite you right in the ass..........So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden news arrived around Thursday and I will be heading home for 3 weeks or so....(OK, I will still see exactly for how long.) My office back in SA has asked me to come out for 2 weeks to do the preliminary drawings &amp; design for our new project in Senegal. I'm particular happy at this point I do not speak French otherwise I know I would have been part of yet another Project in Africa and I guess by how I feel and think that  I am definately done with projects in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back going to South Africa, I have taken the opportunity as well to spend some time down in Cape Town. I sat today imagining living in a box for extended period and I from preference I would not like to do that any time soon. My thoughts went all the way back to 1997 and of coarse 2001....A time that I got out of my system quite quickly, but it left empty spaces more or less as big as the Morrogoro crater deep down in my soul......But, I will go back and I will go and show my face again. I always thought that time will heal everything....To be honest, it only kills the pain. but memory still exist.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cape Town it will be....Family and friends and hopefully good weather. Time to release my mind of everything that keeps it occupied during night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know to who of you I will speak againduring this time, but please have an incredible festive season and a very good XMAS.....If Santa doesn't come by, well then you should realize that you haven't been too good at all during this year. People, where ever you go....Please just drive safely and hopefully I will hear from all of you next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss ya all and I wish you a Very Mery XMAS and god bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-7241980494977141224?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7241980494977141224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=7241980494977141224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/7241980494977141224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/7241980494977141224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/11/wasting-time-chasing-cars.html' title='Wasting time Chasing Cars....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-1712687126824179091</id><published>2006-11-19T16:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T16:40:01.967+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People....!</title><content type='html'>For the past 3 weeks I really tried to prepare myself for this day and normall you would think that it gets better as the years go by, but it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first departure I got to deal with was with the departure of my good friend Herman from Top Turf back in Mauritius. I really took that one hard, but as more friends left to follow their respective lives it got better. When Dirk left in Mauritius I knew at that stage that I would see him again and therefor it wasn't that tough. It was also an opportunity for me to progress in the food chain and I took the bull by the horns and I just moved on. Then it was the first departure of Edina and then the second and that of coarse rocked my boat and I felt that I was sinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do get use to this type of shit, but I can promise you that it doesn't get easier. Never actaully. Well, Dirk and his family left yesterday and somehow I feel really empty inside. What I also know now is that at this point in time I will never work with him again. It really feels like a family member has died off for me and honestly I do not like this feeling at all. I already miss my big brother and his family. To make it even worse is that for the past 3 weeks they have stayed with me and I spent probably 24 hours a day with Dirk. Now I enter into my apartment and it is empty and I do feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the TV being on the cartoon network or the playstation making a fucking noise. I miss being waked up in the morning with people fiddling around me. I miss being offered coffee in the morning and I really do miss the great South African food Rieta usually cooked. I miss the good mornings and I miss the good nights, sleep well conversations normally late at night. I miss driving with my friend and just talking shit and laugh about all the shit we normally could think of being really funny. I miss Dirk, Rieta and Dylan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been involved with this family for about 2.75 years and worked with Dirk every day within it and I fear tomorrow. I feel helpless and my self-confidence flew out of the window just as they left. It is really strange to think how close you can get to somebody that was part of your life for only such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I am really happy for them and I know they will do great where ever they will go. The tables has turned now and it is really everyone for them selves. Of coarse with Dirk leaving there are certain advantages like the fridge full of Stella Artois in our fridge at the office and woth me working I celebrate this day in memory of the Lourens Family with a lot of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Dirk, Rieta and Dylan......I really miss you guys incredibly and wish you all the best of the future. My only advice is that none of you should ever change, 'cause you all are just perfect the way you are. I love you all and a part of my has vanished and I will need to restart to build myslef again. Yeah Mate, Aussie just might be a lank cool joint and just say hi to Sheila for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the South African force be with y'all and you will always be part of the best memories in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With loads of love,&lt;br /&gt;Gordon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-1712687126824179091?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1712687126824179091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=1712687126824179091&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/1712687126824179091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/1712687126824179091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-people.html' title='Some People....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-1073195854331808728</id><published>2006-11-12T00:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:24:45.310+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflect on the Past....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7397/2820/1600/Phoenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7397/2820/400/Phoenix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nachi, this one is just for you. Enjoy it Buddy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-1073195854331808728?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1073195854331808728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=1073195854331808728&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/1073195854331808728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/1073195854331808728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/11/reflect-on-past.html' title='Reflect on the Past....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-3185735690614184793</id><published>2006-11-11T23:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:40:09.369+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Year running out......!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a real tough week for me and I thought that it will be over soon, but it seems that life just keep on throwing more &amp; more curve balls and it's starting to get too much to handle at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a great deal of my time this working just solving issues, but like usual they tend to pile up even more. Honestly I do not know how to handle the workload anymore and time seems to be of a real short supply. It is that time of the week again and the new week is bound to start and I already see more and more issues coming....TIME OUT, pleeeeeaaaaasssssseeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a week to go for Dirk and next week this time they will be at home in SA hopefully drinking real good AMSTEL beer &amp; eating biltong. Honestly I do not know or think I will like to go back home now and if I do (which is still a possibility for December) it will only be for a week or 10 days. But time is running out now and I really have a shit load to deal with. But otherwise I guess all is cool here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys will have an incredible week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-3185735690614184793?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3185735690614184793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=3185735690614184793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/3185735690614184793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/3185735690614184793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/11/year-running-out.html' title='Year running out......!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-4545023216379032979</id><published>2006-11-02T22:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:27:51.424+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be true?</title><content type='html'>By calculating risk, you always stay on the safe side and experience the relative "normal". You wake up every morning and wonder "what if?". You played it safe and you own what ever you always wanted, but at the end you are missing the "X" factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you swollowed your fears, took the risk and just maybe wake up one morning knowing that you have experienced the extraordinary and you know what the "X" factor is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say wisdom comes with the years. Just remember when you think that you can not learn anymore, you time is bound to run out soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we have in this materialistic world is choices. Make them, jump on the bandwagon and just for once enjoy the ride. I'll promise you in years to come that you will look back and say that you couldn't have imagined that this is what life is about.......The key word here is enjoying the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just open your eyes and see......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-4545023216379032979?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4545023216379032979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=4545023216379032979&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4545023216379032979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4545023216379032979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/11/could-it-be-true.html' title='Could it be true?'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-4628560364758289060</id><published>2006-11-02T21:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:28:20.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Definately Something to Think About....!</title><content type='html'>Life isn't about how many breaths you take......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about those moments that takes your breath away.....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-4628560364758289060?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4628560364758289060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=4628560364758289060&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4628560364758289060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/4628560364758289060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/11/definately-something-to-think-about.html' title='Definately Something to Think About....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-6960662760195301755</id><published>2006-11-02T20:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:28:52.536+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why are you doing what ever the hell it is that you are doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because you chose too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It make sense, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-6960662760195301755?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6960662760195301755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=6960662760195301755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6960662760195301755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/6960662760195301755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/11/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the Day....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-346793132498435464</id><published>2006-10-29T15:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T15:53:21.895+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it about time?</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't updated my blog in the past couple of weeks due to only one thing....NO TIME! That's it. Short &amp; Simple and of coarse I only had internet in my office. Because of this and the amount of time I spend daily in the office, it ain't too cool to go the office on weekends just for an update, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. There was a couple of changes the last couple of weeks since my last update. The first is that our new boss arrived almost 1.5 months ago and he has taken over officially from Dirk about 2 weeks ago. So now, Dirk is once again a FREE man and I guess it was great working with him the last couple years and now it is really coming to an end. His wife made a comment a while ago about us arguing so much, but yet we work together so good! Wow, what to you expect from 2 Tauruses working in one office. Yeah right, a recipe for major fucking disaster, but at the end it work pretty while and we both are really professionally and keep social life apart from our professional life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk sold all his furniture already for his fresh start in Down Under and starting the first week in December. Will see if moving to Down Under was a good one, but at least they are extremely confident and happy and to say the least....Only do that, that could make you happy. Take the chance and risk......For all we know it definately could be that best choice ever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so with Dirk's departure I moved up on the food chain. Taking over technically all 3 sites in Tanzania and do not really know at this point if it was a good decision, but time will tell. All that I can say is that I'm really working my ass off. To crown this I got a new appartment in DAR as part of the package of promotion/demotion. (time will tell)....and yeah, I got myself a decoder that can record DSTV and ASDL at home. It is so fucking awesome imagining ASDL in Africa....OK, i know Mauritius had it, but Mauritius are definately 2 steps above Taz. Dirk &amp; the family moved in with me for their final stretch to mid November when it is ALL OVER and good bye to my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised the Lourenses that I will come and visit as soon as I'm finsihed here and that could be Sept/Oct '07. What a fucking long way to go. But I will only come if there is something organised for me socially in Oz.....You get what I'm saying? A bit of jigi jigi with the "small house"....OK, it is the direct translation from Swahili for a bit of fun....Rrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plans as far as it goes now. Oz around Sept/Oct '07 and the trying to get to US of A for a couple of weeks. Saying HOWZIT to all of you Yanks down there! So, this is what was happening during my ONLINE absence and hope it will go smoothly from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-346793132498435464?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/346793132498435464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=346793132498435464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/346793132498435464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/346793132498435464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/10/isnt-it-about-time.html' title='Isn&apos;t it about time?'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-3442553848709451560</id><published>2006-10-12T17:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:07:48.033+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck do I need to say further?</title><content type='html'>*Questions about South Africa were posted on a South African Tourism Website and were answered by the website owner. For you weird foreigners, this is a special tribune just for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Q: Does it ever get windy in South Africa ? I have never seen it rain on TV, so how do the plants grow? (UK )&lt;br /&gt;A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching them die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will I be able to see elephants in the street? (USA )&lt;br /&gt;A: Depends how much you've been drinking or sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I want to walk from Durban to Cape Town - can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden)&lt;br /&gt;A: Sure, it's only two thousand kilometres. Take lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is it safe to run around in the bushes in South Africa? ( Sweden)&lt;br /&gt;A: So it's true what they say about Swedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there any ATMs (cash machines) in South Africa? Can you send me a list of them in JHB, Cape Town, Knysna and Jeffrey's Bay? (UK )&lt;br /&gt;A: What did your last slave die of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you give me some information about Koala Bear racing in South Africa? (USA )&lt;br /&gt;A: Aus-tra-lia is that big island in the middle of the Pacific. A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe which does not... oh forget it. Sure, the Koala Bear racing is every Tuesday night in Hillbrow. Come naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Which direction is north in South Africa? (USA )&lt;br /&gt;A: Face south and then turn 90 degrees. Contact us when you get there and we'll send the rest of the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can I bring cutlery into South Africa? (UK )&lt;br /&gt;A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA )&lt;br /&gt;A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is. Oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Hillbrow, straight after the Koala Bear races. Come naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have perfume in South Africa? ( France)&lt;br /&gt;A: No, WE don't stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. Can you tell me where I can sell it in South Africa? ( USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Any where significant numbers of Americans gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you tell me the regions in South Africa where the female population is smaller than the male population? ( Italy)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, gay nightclubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in South Africa ? (France )&lt;br /&gt;A: Only at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there killer bees in South Africa? ( Germany)&lt;br /&gt;A: Not yet, but for you, we'll import them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there supermarkets in Cape Town and is milk available all year round? ( Germany)&lt;br /&gt;A: No, we are a peaceful civilisation of vegan hunter-gatherers. Milk is illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Please send a list of all doctors in South Africa who can dispense rattlesnake serum. ( USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca, which is where YOU come from. All South African snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make good pets. Good examples of snakes as pets are mambas (both green and black), rinkhals and municipal workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I was in South Africa in 1969, and I want to contact the girl I dated while I was staying in Hillbrow. Can you help? ( USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, and you will still have to pay her by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will I be able to speek English most places I go? ( USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, but you'll have to learn it first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-3442553848709451560?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3442553848709451560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=3442553848709451560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/3442553848709451560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/3442553848709451560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-fuck-do-i-need-to-say-further.html' title='What the fuck do I need to say further?'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-116004727664342860</id><published>2006-10-05T14:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:36:25.750+03:00</updated><title type='text'>One year on and still.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/October%2051%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/October%2051%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck bru, time is really flying. It is the 10th month of 2006 already and I have been here already one complete year. I never would have imagine that I could have stayed here for a complete year and then another 10 months is on its way to completion date or is it maybe in 2008, 2009, 2010.....please not. Then I can actually start applying for dual citizneship. At least Bandara will leave here after me, I will make sure of that..... Sorry my Sri Lankan friend, but from now on I will be the boss.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a year filled with some incredible memories that I will cherish forever and with some KAK moments which I already have forgotten, except when I look at my scars. That is what make the expatriate life style so great. You go to all the places that are different from what you know and somehow you learn to survive with the differences in cultures, food, environment and especially with temperatures. Somehow this is really an absolutely KAK place (Dirk and Rieta believes me), but it was in more then one way extremely great and is still great. I mean, in 6 weeks I will go diving with my Project Manager on Mafia island which is truly still deserted in so many ways with untouched beauty that africa and the tropical ocean supplies us with. We will dive for one thing only and that is to see the whale sharks......Just imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to go in December to Mauritus with a friend of mine, but as my luck has it that she couldn't get off in December and our people in France actually decided it was time for work and sent containers full of equipment just before Christmas.....What in the world were they thinking? And then there is the issue of just returning from leave. It is actually called sick leave and that ain't a luctury leave dedicated to special people....Only to stupid enough people who didn't learn that by driving on a PIKI PIKI in Tanzania ain't cool, but fucking stupid. They say that people only learn from pain. Believe me, I have learned from it now. Don't drive at midnight on your bike, only during the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, it was an absolutely great year and I'm looking forward to the next one. Time is running out for my great friends Dirk &amp; Rieta. I think they are happy about it. Most of their furniture is sold and we have just a TV to look at. OH, and tomorrow night I am baby sitting my bru, Dylan, and we will have loads of Heinekins or "Geinekin" (G in afrikaans and "CH" in German and "J" in Spanish) and play playstation the whole night. Maybe I think it is an great idea to invite some strippers to entertain us for the evening......Dylan, if it depends on me I think 6 years are old enough to enjoy a REAL party....You know what I'm saying bru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think it was great right somethin down for all you folks out there for a change. It is not that I'm lazy because I didn't wrote, it is just that I'm overworked.......Yeah right, more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: And that is a photo taken this morning to prove that I'm free of the big WHITE POP devil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-116004727664342860?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/116004727664342860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=116004727664342860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/116004727664342860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/116004727664342860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-year-on-and-still.html' title='One year on and still.......'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115815508212110074</id><published>2006-09-13T16:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T16:44:42.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home....for now at least!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/September%2013%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/September%2013%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like all of you can see that I am still in one piece. It might be one solid piece, but moving again, yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to be back home after a 3 week layoff. What people would do just to get a holiday from Degremont. Just kidding! I returned a week earlier for much needed work and actually a couple of "big" people decided to show their faces in Tanzania and I needed to spend some time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my feet and moving. Still typing very slow and I guess I still will do for a very long time to come. I have to admit that being part of the "disabled club" does have its advantages. Special parking spots, front seat in the car when the bosses need to park in the back and short cut through customs to go through the gates at the airport. It lot of people are starring (actually wondering at what? Could it be at the cast or maybe the centrifuge?) and so many "POLY SANA's" that I could kill any one if I have to hear those words again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, being back feels good, but I haven't driven a car in 5 weeks and I need to depend on people taking me around. At least for one more week and then I can remove it! YIPPEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive &amp; healthy (FAT) as you all can see and I need a desperate shave. 'till next time! You all should take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115815508212110074?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115815508212110074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115815508212110074&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115815508212110074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115815508212110074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-homefor-now-at-least.html' title='Back Home....for now at least!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115571576646607458</id><published>2006-08-16T10:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:09:26.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow by Blow........!</title><content type='html'>It has been really difficult for me to type this posting. Physically and as a broken man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut this very short, last friday night a fucking stupid bitch decided to turn right infront of me (while i was on my bike) and it all ended very badly. I have came out of hospital today and i am on my way for about 2 weeks to South Africa for much needed recovery. The bike in actual fact came off very good, but me on the other hand (which i'm typing with now) did not not came off this likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken knee, broken wrist (all on the same side) and a broken finger. I was just shown a video clip of the images at ER with my flesh and bones lying next to me on the floor and do not want to disgust you guys with the boring details. I'm walking again (very slowly) and typing with my left hand which is also a problem for me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, I will be off and I hope you all do better then I am. I miss and love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115571576646607458?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115571576646607458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115571576646607458&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115571576646607458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115571576646607458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/blow-by-blow.html' title='Blow by Blow........!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506864626856007</id><published>2006-08-08T22:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:42:59.960+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Farmer's Day Outing - A public holiday in Tanzania</title><content type='html'>I was ranged up this morning with an invitation to go to our most favourite deserted Island located about an half hour's boat ride (with a wannabe dhow) just off the shores of the Msasani Peninsular in DAR. Although I had other plans like to go riding with the Beast or Diving (still had to decided on between the two), I decided that maybe it wasn't a bad a day to get off solid soil and do bit of our own socialising......Who could resist the idea of being on a very fucking small real tropical island this time of year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH by the way, like you guys already read that the BEAST is back on beat and totally recovered after my accident ending under a MAJI SAFI (Clean Water) Transport truck and ending up with AQUAMOBILEPHOBIA in May this year. The KTM is totally rebuild and looks really brand spanking new with a couple of adjustments to be altered later this week. It took me a good 2 days to replace the bodywork on her and it was with gratification to get on her back and to feel the vibrations transfered through her handlebars. For a moment riding her it felt better than sex, but I do prefer the last mention activity since the market does not deliver the acceptable standards locally. OK......start talking shit again as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, around 9am I got my shit together and we all met up at the pier to board our mother ship called ENTERPRISE. I have to mention not before we shopped for our "refreshments"! Catch my drift. So we got on board and with the entry step I had to pull myself together. It ain't a nice view to see a BIG SOUTH AFRICAN feeding tropical fishes with last night amazingly great "FOUR SEASONS" pizza with added garlic from SPUR. By the way I do have motion sickness and the swells ain't a good thing for my disabilities............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set off to the island and spent a great day on BANGOYO ISLAND although the weather almost got us worried there for a while. It is a good thing that tropical showers only last 5 minutes and 30 seconds rather. I have heard a great couple stories from Dirk and Rieta's past from their previous project in Botswana. OH, I forgot. Dirk's previous RE from the NSC Project in Botswana and his family is in town on a personal holiday. It was all in all great fun and the trip back needed more of my concentration not to feed the fishes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back on solid ground felt extremely good and we set off to Dirk's house for a promised dinner from Jo (Colin's wife) which was promised more then 2 weeks ago. OK, it was definately a long wait, but it was well worth it . The Chicken curry &amp; Dholl with a bit of Indian, Arab influence was extremely good and it dropped perfectly into and filled this empty spot in my stomache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving back home we kind of had a little incident or let my rather put it to like this ACCIDENT. I have never seen a local Tanzanian being so freightened in his life before. Fuck, and it wasn't even me.....I tried to keep relatively the peace with of course a couple of well spoken JAPANESE words to the local driver. I think he pissed his pants, but that is for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donc, it is late now....I have posted what I think some great photos and I am off to my home for a well deserved rest. I hope you guys enjoy this pictures, 'cause it was really fun taking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Colin &amp;amp; JO, guys, it is really cool to have met you and I hope you guys enjoyed what Tanzania had to offer even though my clientele did not expect this kind of service........ It's a couple of day still to go, but just by the way.......Guys, it was an incredible day and I have really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, have fun.....and I mean all of you. Anne, I am so sorry I could weren't at my desk when you sent the message, but I would like to chat to you before you move to Cape Town. Nachi, I hope you leave Mauritius with a good spirit and enjoy home......To all the ohers, guys have fun. You too Timo...(I know you do, biatch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506864626856007?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506864626856007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506864626856007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506864626856007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506864626856007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/our-farmers-day-outing-public-holiday.html' title='Our Farmer&apos;s Day Outing - A public holiday in Tanzania'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506627187131501</id><published>2006-08-08T22:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:44:31.903+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%208%20082.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%208%20082.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prost to all I know - From the United Republic of Tanzania with a cold Kili&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506627187131501?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506627187131501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506627187131501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506627187131501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506627187131501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/prost-to-all-i-know-from-united.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506607934498486</id><published>2006-08-08T22:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:41:19.350+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%208%20065.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%208%20065.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo &amp; Rieta - Tanzania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506607934498486?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506607934498486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506607934498486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506607934498486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506607934498486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/jo-rieta-tanzania.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506602964240959</id><published>2006-08-08T22:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:40:29.646+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%208%20067.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%208%20067.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, Rieta, Dirk &amp; Colin reunited - Tanzania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506602964240959?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506602964240959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506602964240959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506602964240959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506602964240959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/jo-rieta-dirk-colin-reunited-tanzania.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506596441394181</id><published>2006-08-08T22:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:39:24.420+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%208%20069.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%208%20069.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catelin, Dylan &amp; Stuart - Tanzania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506596441394181?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506596441394181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506596441394181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506596441394181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506596441394181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/catelin-dylan-stuart-tanzania.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506558598437530</id><published>2006-08-08T22:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:33:05.990+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%208%20051.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%208%20051.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangoyo Island - Tanzania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506558598437530?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506558598437530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506558598437530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506558598437530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506558598437530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/bangoyo-island-tanzania_115506558598437530.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506555458062138</id><published>2006-08-08T22:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:32:34.590+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%208%20053.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%208%20053.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangoyo Island - Tanzania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506555458062138?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506555458062138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506555458062138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506555458062138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506555458062138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/bangoyo-island-tanzania_115506555458062138.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506551615288528</id><published>2006-08-08T22:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:31:56.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%208%20085.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%208%20085.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racing Against Time - Tanzania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506551615288528?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506551615288528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506551615288528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506551615288528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506551615288528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/racing-against-time-tanzania.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506544356706567</id><published>2006-08-08T22:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:30:43.573+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%208%20048.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%208%20048.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Transport to Bangoyo Island - Tanzania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506544356706567?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506544356706567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506544356706567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506544356706567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506544356706567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/public-transport-to-bangoyo-island.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506520251447393</id><published>2006-08-08T22:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:26:42.520+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%208%20019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%208%20019.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangoyo Island - Tanzania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506520251447393?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506520251447393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506520251447393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506520251447393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506520251447393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/bangoyo-island-tanzania_115506520251447393.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506515765772531</id><published>2006-08-08T22:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:25:57.663+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%208%20018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%208%20018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangoyo Island - Tanzania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506515765772531?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506515765772531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506515765772531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506515765772531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506515765772531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/bangoyo-island-tanzania_115506515765772531.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506511739512852</id><published>2006-08-08T22:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:25:17.400+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%208%20015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%208%20015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangoyo Island - Tanzania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506511739512852?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506511739512852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506511739512852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506511739512852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506511739512852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/bangoyo-island-tanzania_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115506508308074576</id><published>2006-08-08T22:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:24:43.140+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%208%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%208%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangoyo Island - Tanzania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115506508308074576?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115506508308074576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115506508308074576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506508308074576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115506508308074576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/bangoyo-island-tanzania.html' title=''/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115494866498432101</id><published>2006-08-07T14:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T14:53:19.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorandum of my thoughts......!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/August%207%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/August%207%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have incredible sad news over the past weekend and it brought reality back to mind. It is always a weird way to elaps one's mind to what is real and happening around you when your mindset is all focussed on what one needs to do to make life a little bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to name names or the actually event, but I would like to take a time out and just mention that my thoughts were dedicated to you and your family over the past weekend. The thing I hate most in life is to see others suffering and it is definately not one of my strongest trades in life to deal with such events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that I had a extremely hard life and a lot of issues to deal with in my past. It was rather the most difficult time in my life, but at the end I am still standing and it tought me how to survive. On a personality level I know I am a strong person, but when it comes to issues concerning love one's it feels like my life could slip away any moment. I personally do not know how you came thus far and you are still standing amazingly strong. It was definately the character I cherished most and you are definately a person I look up too in times when life gets really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to say is that you should not blame yourself for what ever happened. It is/was not your fault and I can not foresee the you have placed any pressure on the situation and you should not during this time. It was done, it is over and now again you shall need to walk with her step by step, day by day. This is totally out of your league, but support and motivate everyday as much as you can. She needs your attention right now and do not let her slip away for one moment. Make her feel welcomed and needed in your life and give her at least the one reason to wake up every morning to see your smile. Even if it is the only reason. Life does get extremely hard at some stage in your life, but when you make it (and I believe totally that you will) you will be just evenly so much a greater person as you are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belief is what guides us through life and once you lost that essence of life, times could even get worse. Never loose faith! This was not your call, but it forms a great deal of your existance. When she falls, take her hand and lead her into the right direction and stand by her side. 'Cause she does need you now more than ever and she believes in you. The man above gives us only challenges like this to some, because he knows that those are strong enough to deal with issues like that. He believes in you and so do I. Don't stumble or fall and if you loose track and you need support or comfort, my door will always be open for you and spiritually we will always be bonded. This was never a decision that could have stopped.......You never could and let it be for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and you should always remember when times were great. That are the moments we all strive for and it will come again. Just have faith, I promise you it will come. My heart bleeds for you and my mind dedicated to you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and smile, 'cause it the positveness will reflect on others and it shines through the goodness you hold within. That is probably the greatest tool that you could ever posess and just use it with no holding back. I believe in you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115494866498432101?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115494866498432101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115494866498432101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115494866498432101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115494866498432101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/memorandum-of-my-thoughts.html' title='Memorandum of my thoughts......!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115452819004716183</id><published>2006-08-02T17:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T17:16:30.073+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Das ist Sheiße….!</title><content type='html'>A large woman, wearing a sleeveless sun dress, walked into a Bar in Dublin. She raised her right arm, revealing a huge, hairy armpit as she pointed to all the people sitting at the bar and asked, "What man of yez here will boiy a lady a drrink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar went silent as the patrons tried to ignore her. But, down at the end of the bar, an owl-eyed drunk slammed his hand down on the counter and bellowed " Jaysus, give the ballerina a drrink!" The curate poured the drink and the woman chugged it down. She turned to the patrons and again pointed around at all of them, revealing the same hairy armpit, and asked again, "What man of yez here will boiy a lady anither  drrink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the same little drunk slapped his money down on the bar and said, "Sure, give the ballerina another drrink!" The curate approached the little drunk and said "Tell me, Paddy, it's yer own business if you want to buy the lady a drrink, but why the feck do yez keep calling her a ballerina?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk replied, "Jaysus, any woman who can lift her leg that high has got to be a feckin ballerina!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115452819004716183?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115452819004716183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115452819004716183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115452819004716183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115452819004716183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/das-ist-sheie.html' title='Das ist Sheiße….!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115445827638917980</id><published>2006-08-01T21:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:51:16.410+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall At Your Feet - Crowded House</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This song is originally written in the 80's by a band called Crowded House from a continent now known as Down Under or as Land of Plenty Sheila's. This was genuine one of my old favourites and now is brought back to life with James Blunt.......Really Amazing Stuff! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FALL AT YOUR FEET&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really close tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I’m moving inside her&lt;br /&gt;Lying in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And I think that I’m beginning to know her&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there when you call &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I fall at your feet&lt;br /&gt;You let your tears rain down on me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I touch your slow turning pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re hiding from me now&lt;br /&gt;There’s something in the way that you’re talking&lt;br /&gt;Words don’t sound right&lt;br /&gt;But I hear them all moving inside you, go&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting when you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I fall at your feet&lt;br /&gt;You let your tears rain down on me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I touch your slow turning pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finger of blame has turned upon itself&lt;br /&gt;And I’m more than willing to offer myself&lt;br /&gt;Do you want my presence or need my help&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where that might leadI fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finger of blame has turned upon itself&lt;br /&gt;And I’m more than willing to offer myself&lt;br /&gt;Do you want my presence or need my help&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where that might lead&lt;br /&gt;I fall at your feet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115445827638917980?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115445827638917980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115445827638917980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115445827638917980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115445827638917980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/08/fall-at-your-feet-crowded-house.html' title='Fall At Your Feet - Crowded House'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115436984166845915</id><published>2006-07-31T20:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:35:01.683+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Complexities....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/July%2030%20053.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/July%2030%20053.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/July%2030%20040.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/July%2030%20040.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/July%2030%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/July%2030%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/July%2030%20048.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/July%2030%20048.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are a couple of photos of South Beach in Tanzania taken on past Sunday. I'm quite fucked off, 'cause I just lost a whole posting and do not have the energy to do it again. So, just enjoy these pictures well waiting for the post that will follow in due course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry 'bout that, but KARIBU TANZANIA.........Hakuna Matata.........Africa teaches you a lot of lessons and it does take take a long time to get use to all this shit. All sympathy is gladly welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss y'all and guys have an absolute JOL of a time. Prost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115436984166845915?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115436984166845915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115436984166845915&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115436984166845915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115436984166845915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/07/complexities.html' title='Complexities....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115306901276790227</id><published>2006-07-16T19:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:02:54.283+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlease your fears and you shall be set free......!</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have blotted something on a scratch of paper for the whole world to see. But as usual I still believe that when you get something out of your system you will definately move better forward than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This posting relates purely to a couple of events that followed these past weeks and how I am planning to go forward day by day, but rather trying to change everything into a positive note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters it has been in my mind lately the whole concept of the creation of the humankind and how previous experiance transforms our minds as well it really determines body language and social well being. It probably all started back on the island where I have met everyone and where they dedicated a bit of spice into my thoughts. As a child I was taught that you should not always be on the receiving end, but also try and give a little bit more perhaps even more of yourself and you will definately collect the fruits of your efforts. On the one hand I have seen that this notion is truly satisfactory, but like always with joy comes a lot of pain and for the past 2 years I have really encountered the ups and downs of life. Whether it might be socially or just professionally, there are always good and bad following on your road to eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been thinking a lot about all my friends around the world and really came to ask the question of what friends should be like. Maybe the moment back on the island was a stage where everyone needed one another in state of being out side what we know as reality. You were away from you people, your country, your problems from you past or existing life and maybe being away from those who really cared a lot for you. It maybe was just a moment of escaping reality and trying to unleash your true soul and waving to the world the true colours of your soul, but once reality as a norm got hold of you and pulled you straight back into its claws and made us "SLAVES" of this age of survival and capitalism. Whether it is fair or just a known fact that we are intended to work, earn a living and starting a new life with a family differently as previous as from walking alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of interaction of all humans interacting with other humans, whether it may be on a known social level or maybe just by chance......It is an extrodinary concept of how well our roads are planned for the future and all you need to do is to make those decisions leading you on your path of eternity. Futuristic? I do not know as much as I do not know all the lessons in life and the reason for that may well be the reason why we walk this earth. As I always say.......You better walk tall and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I come to think of myself and trying to see what impact I had on those back on the island and my family and friends back home. Why am I communicating with other people all round and what is this theory of interaction? And then may biggest fear of all. Maybe the time on the island was just a time where we all fell vulnerable and we needed one another as humans always do. Maybe you guys saw what you believe was the best of me and who I am.....Just maybe it was not the person who I ought to be. Maybe it was just what you all wanted me to be and because of vulnerability, being away from reality or just what the fuck ever...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it is a strange phenomena where people find the best in each other and from that point on the build a certain level of believe declairing their ut most dreams and how they will fit greatly into one anothers lives....Bullshit, I think back now and only believe it was a stage were we all needed one another. It is funny how we all changed yet again in the last 12 months or so. Totally different goals and dreams and totally different people surrounding ourselves and then we act yet again another phase out in our lives. True or Bullshit? Is it really who we are and why do we change in personality so quite often......Is it a tool to adaptation or just plain and simple that we as humans are week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dramatically I have to find my own feet again and establish myself where I always relied on my friend Dirk and his family. Soon they will be gone and I need to do my thing and maybe just for once it will not be one of those friendships tha will end the moment you leave. For a long time it seemed that our team was invincible, but as always good things does always have an end. Even if it only means that our roads will split and we will still be friends. But honestly and truly understand that time and distance have a notion of killing everything in between and that it will only become a vast peace of memory hidden somewhere back in our minds. It is not by closing doors behind me or burning bridges, it is reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this blog and you do so on a regular basis it will mean that you know me somehow. Please redifine what is the real meaning of friendship and does it only occur during the time spend together or apart? I think for know that this might by all and this is where this issue ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great evening y'all and I thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115306901276790227?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115306901276790227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115306901276790227&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115306901276790227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115306901276790227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/07/unlease-your-fears-and-you-shall-be.html' title='Unlease your fears and you shall be set free......!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115262231940770422</id><published>2006-07-11T15:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:56:14.650+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the ICE today.....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DRINKING AT WORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The below are valid reasons as to why drinking should be allowed at work. If you use them wisely, you may even be able to convince your boss into allowing alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's an incentive to show up.&lt;br /&gt;2. It reduces stress.&lt;br /&gt;3. It leads to more honest communications.&lt;br /&gt;4. It reduces complaints about low pay.&lt;br /&gt;5. It cuts down on time off because you can work with a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;6. Employees tell management what they think, not what management wants to hear.&lt;br /&gt;7. It helps save on heating costs in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;8. It encourages carpooling.&lt;br /&gt;9. Increases job satisfaction because if you have a bad job you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;10. It eliminates vacations because people would rather come to work.&lt;br /&gt;11. It makes fellow employees look better.&lt;br /&gt;12. It makes the cafeteria food taste better.&lt;br /&gt;13. Bosses are more likely to hand out raises when they are wasted.&lt;br /&gt;14. Salary negotiations are a lot more profitable.&lt;br /&gt;15. If someone does something stupid on the job, it will be quickly forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DID YOU CALL FOR ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bob joins a very exclusive nudist colony. On his first day he takes off his clothes and starts wandering around. A gorgeous petite blonde walks by him and the man immediately gets an erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman notices his erection, comes over to him grinning sweetly and says: "Sir, did you call for me?" Bob replies: "No, what do you mean? "She says: "You must be new here; let me explain. It's a rule here that if I give you an erection, it implies you called for me." Smiling, she then leads him to the side of a pool, lays down on a towel, eagerly pulls him to her and happily lets him have his way with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob continues exploring the facilities. He enters a sauna, sits down,and farts. Within a few seconds a huge, horribly corpulent, hairy man with a firm erection lumbers out of the steam towards him. The Huge Man says: "Sir, did you call for me?" Bob replies: "No, what do you mean?" The Huge Man: "You must be new here; it is a rule that when you fart, it implies you called for me." The huge man then easily spins Bob around, bends him over the bench and has his way with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob rushes back to the colony office. He is greeted by the smiling naked receptionist: "May I help you?" Bob says: "Here is your card and key back. You can keep the $500 joining fee." Receptionist: "But Sir, you've only been here a couple of hours; you only saw a small fraction of our facilities.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bob replies: "Listen lady, I am 58 years old, I get a hard-on twice a month, but I fart 15 times a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WAR INSURANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airman Jones was assigned to the induction center where he was to advise new recruits about their government benefits, especially their GI insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before Captain Smith noticed that Airman Jones had almost a 100% record for insurance sales, which had never happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than ask about this, the Captain stood in the back of the room and listened to Jones's sales pitch. Jones explained the basics of the GI Insurance to the new recruits, and then said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have GI Insurance and go into battle and are killed, the government has to pay $200,000 to your beneficiaries. If you don't have GI insurance, and you go into battle and get killed, the government has to pay only a maximum of $6000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," he concluded," which bunch do you think they are going to send into battle first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115262231940770422?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115262231940770422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115262231940770422&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115262231940770422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115262231940770422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/07/breaking-ice-today.html' title='Breaking the ICE today.....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115254713744927863</id><published>2006-07-10T18:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:58:57.473+03:00</updated><title type='text'>White Fang in VERY deep shit!</title><content type='html'>A guy goes to the supermarket and notices a beautiful blond woman wave at him and say hello. He's rather taken aback, because he can't place where he knows her from. So he says, "Do you know me?"To which she replies, "I think you're the father of one of my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now his mind travels back to the only time he as ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, "My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I laid on the pool table with all my buddies watching, while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery???"She looks into his eyes and calmly says, "No, I'm your son's maths' teacher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shocking shit, just leave me out of this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115254713744927863?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115254713744927863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115254713744927863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115254713744927863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115254713744927863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/07/white-fang-in-very-deep-shit.html' title='White Fang in VERY deep shit!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115253953539948339</id><published>2006-07-10T16:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:52:15.433+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck this Biatch.....!</title><content type='html'>A local United Way office realized that the organization had never received a donation from the town's most successful lawyer. The person in charge of contributions called him to persuade him to contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our research shows that out of a yearly income of at least $700,000, you give not a penny to charity. Wouldn't you like to give back to the community in some way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer mulled this over for a moment and replied, "First, did your research also show that my mother is dying after a long illness, and has medical bills that are several times her annual income?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, the United Way rep mumbled, "Um ... no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer interrupts, "or that my brother, a disabled veteran, is blind and confined to a wheelchair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stricken United Way rep began to stammer out an apology, but was interrupted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"or that my sister's husband died in a traffic accident," the lawyer's voice rising in indignation, "leaving her penniless with three children!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humiliated United Way rep, completely beaten, said simply, "I had no idea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a roll, the lawyer cut him off once again, "So if I don't give any money to them, why should I give any to you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115253953539948339?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115253953539948339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115253953539948339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115253953539948339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115253953539948339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/07/suck-this-biatch.html' title='Suck this Biatch.....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115220680687915687</id><published>2006-07-06T20:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:31:41.803+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pinacal of Events!</title><content type='html'>I wish never in my life to start a posting feeling this bad ever again. Tuesday night was one of the hardest nights for me in a very long time and it is morally wrong when your dreams just falls apart. Yeah, I'm talking about the soccer and hopefully the postings will end concerning this topic. Even though I'm not a German, it felt that my heart was ripped apart and fed for the dogs (ITALIANS).......For fuck sake, but like the rest of us it is good to start focus yet again on our normal day lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, E.S and Nachi hoped for an African team to go far in this World Cup and I just have a question allround. How would you classify a team that has more than 50% of the players originally from Africa? For me, I would say an African team, right? So, when you have answered this question for yourself it is good to know that this World Cup did brought some highlights. We have an African Team in the finals. Even if they call them FRANCE, they do have 7 players in the current squad coming from somewhere in Africa and the majority of them comes from WEST AFRICA. So, we do indeed have a AFRICAN TEAM in the final. Happy guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the dream didn't realize now for Germany and they were taken out on deathrow of the game, but there will be more chances in coming times. Like for example 2010 where the World Cup will be held in South Africa and I welcome Germany with an open mind, arms and heart to visit my country. For once, South Africa will make the headlines and hopefully it will be good news only and for once the media will leave the politics at home for a change. So, this blog has now its final posting on the WORLD CUP era of 2006 where we will definately see new world champions. Go AFRICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ain't other news that I find sufficient enough for this site, so I guess this will be it for now. Guys, enjoy the last game of soccer in Berlin on 9 July '06 and have fun.........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115220680687915687?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115220680687915687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115220680687915687&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115220680687915687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115220680687915687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/07/pinacal-of-events.html' title='The Pinacal of Events!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115202242058550452</id><published>2006-07-04T17:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:13:40.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deutschland Dream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/National%20German%20Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/National%20German%20Flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, I have never done this officially even though I was always a great German soccer supporter. I have received so man comments lately, mostly by the phone of people wishing ME luck with the game tonight even though I'm actually a South African........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with my fingers crossed, stress levels going above board and my heart still in Deutschland, I would like to wish my best friends around the world and the great German Nation best wishes for tonights semi-final game against Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe you guys can do it and make yourselve a proud nation again. That is what I like about the German people. It does not really matter how low they go, they will always stand up again and be a proud nation. You guys truly deserve this and my heart goes with you all tonight. I believe that we will watch you play on Sunday again in the finals and my dream as like most of the 80 million inhabitants in Germany to see Michael Ballack hold the cup high where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a very proud South African to those millions of Germans..... Rise Again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115202242058550452?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115202242058550452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115202242058550452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115202242058550452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115202242058550452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/07/deutschland-dream.html' title='The Deutschland Dream!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115183258764039189</id><published>2006-07-02T12:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T12:29:47.656+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I need SIMPLICITY!</title><content type='html'>My god! What can I say? This World Cup in German really got all the people to their nerves. First it was Friday night when German trailed 0:1 and in the 75th minute I decided that all the stress was not worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at the shop to buy some refreshments and as I walked out I saw all the people are starring through the SPUR's window and decided to have a peek. Then it was 1 all and thought that I should get quickly to a place where I could watch the football again. I got some extra coke for the rum and off I went to a friends place who was busy with a BBQ. I ran in stuck to my chair for the extra time in the game and thought that if it would go to penalties, then German will definately take it. And it happened! I withdraw all my remarks on Jens Lehman's qualities as a goalkeeper........This is just a bit too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Argentina out, England out and now Brazil out. Last night I stayed up just to see how the french will get fucked up and then I think they played the most amazing football ever. It was by far the best game of the tournament with a good couple of yellow cards against Brazil and then there was Zinidine Zidane. What can I say? God, this guy really delivered the goods even though everyone was criticizing him. Amazing and astonishing! France beat Brazil 1:0 and as the commentator said: France has some kind of Voodoo against Brazil and that may seem so true now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sow, France and Portugal up next with Germany and Italy. I predict that Germany will go through now and I do not want to make a prediction between France and Portugal. So, Go Deutschland!  Fuck, thanks to the German team is that they kept my nails quite short and it works for me......Please, not against Italy. Win great or just leave it. I can not deal with so many issues right now. Sorry Nafiz, Argentina and England are now out.GO! ENOUGH FOOTBALL FOR NOW! I will wait till next Sunday and we all will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my time has been dedicated to work. Majority of it to Meetings (which I hate by the way 'cause most of the people attending it knows jack shit and only commenting of moral issues which by the way I am not fond of), designing, pricing, and all over just arguing with everybody because they do seem so incompitent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I am not a "workaholic", but just trying to solve so many problems at the same time and unfortunately I tend to pick up the blood pressure level a bit, my partly star sign is showing great affect in dominence (or I think it does) and overall I stressed out. I guess I am in need of a bit of TLC. For real, work has really gotten the best of me, but I can see the road now and that kind of helps a bit. Our Chief in Charge is in Town from France and as all the frustrations build up, I had a word of 2 with him. I guess he wasn't too happy about out, but I thought it was a great idea to give my 2 cents worth. The best route out and to settle the score was to take him out and sort most of our problems out over a great couple of beers and cocktails (not me, him) and a couple of rums (that was me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past weekend I decided to stay cool and this morning I has the urge to have a good breakfast around 10am at a local restaurant overlooking the ocean and decided to get in a couple of beers too. Too many infact and I guess 3 litres of beer is too much for breakfast, but I have enjoyed that. Haven't done it too much lately and I thought it's time for a change and new strategies are most welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike is coming on nicely now. So many parts have been arriving for the last couple of weeks and she really looks good now. Got her new tank on with a couple of stressing episodes when Dirk and I had to put on that fucking DECAL stickers that cost me 99USD and not really easy to put them on. But, it is done and now just cleaning and installing the subframe which will hopefully arrive in 2 weeks time and then I am off to go. By the way, a friend of mine has done the Johannesburg trip to Dar es Salaam via Botswana and Zambia in just 4 days. Man, 1000km per day on a bike. That take some doing, but I guess I will rather settle for 6/7 days trip and I will be able to grab a great couple of pictures too. My route will probably bee Malawi, Partly Zambia and Botswana and I guess it will be in the region of 4500km's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Germany, you have done great and keep on. For all my mates out there. Guys, keep the faith and I hope you are all doing pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115183258764039189?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115183258764039189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115183258764039189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115183258764039189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115183258764039189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-need-simplicity.html' title='I need SIMPLICITY!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115141820843116357</id><published>2006-06-27T17:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:23:28.436+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vrystaat Warning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/Vrystaat%20Warning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/Vrystaat%20Warning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is for all the AFRIKAANS speaking people out there. You have to understand AFRIKAANS and the way people spel English with an AFRIKAANS accent. It is really hilarious, so sorry guys, I can not explain this joke or translate it. For all those Vrystaters, you dumb fuckers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115141820843116357?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115141820843116357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115141820843116357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115141820843116357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115141820843116357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/06/vrystaat-warning.html' title='Vrystaat Warning!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115117737279653468</id><published>2006-06-24T21:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:29:32.813+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and forth, but actually taking small steps forward.....!</title><content type='html'>To start off, Deutschland really impressed me today and that guy Podolski, fucking amazing. Just brilliant! I can not see why the fuss is all over Michael Ballack though. Deutschland has real impressive youngsters coming through the ranks and all I can say to Sweden is "Poly Sana". Really impressive football and now it is crunch time. You snooze, you loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For South Africa on the other hand, well guys, those fucking french is just so incredible. They just rolled over us like a steam train, but it is not where it will end. Even though we can accept defeat, we will not forget this game, not by a mile. Tomorrow the South African U/21 will take on the French U/21 in the world cup final and it will be a match not to be missed. Go Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news is that my bike is starting to take shape. Soon she will be up and running again and it did take a lot of hours input to thus far, not even to speak about US dollars. I suspect that it will be another 3 - 4 weeks out of action, but she is coming alive slowely, but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week was definately one of the hardest weeks in my working life and I believe that it will soon show great results. I have taken upon myself to do those things that previously freightened me and actually I'm not as bad as the ...............! Well Dirk, I guess you can figure the last couple of words out. Remember this is a public blog. I do see some big changes soon will come and in some kind of way I'm preparing myself mentally for these changes. I do think that I have the support and trust of my colleagues and I do believe that they I am worth every 5 cents that I earn. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowely but surely I can see that Dirk and his family are preparing for the start of their "new life" in Australia and I can see that the decisions that they need to take ain't easy at all. I had a conversation with Rieta (Dirk's wife) and my friend, come easy adopted sister or mother for that matter about all their changes and decisions and I can take my hat of for this family. I have known Dirk now for about 2 and a half years and probably from the start I was part of their family. Now to see them go is kind of sad for me, but at the very same time I am really happy for them, becuase I know how they came to where they are today........By really hard work and by being absolutely great people in the true sense of the word. Rieta, moenie worry nie. Ons paaie gaan een van die dae sky, maar julle sal nooit vergete wees nie. Glo my as ek vir julle se dat jy sal nie een oomblik kan dink hoe baie ek jou, Dirk an Dylan sal mis nie. Maar ek glo ons sal weer mekaar eendag raakloop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known Dylan (Dirk &amp; Rieta's son) since he was 3 years old and I have seen grown into a great child, even though he calls me a poephol. I saw him changing from the time he started whatching cartoon network and never wanted me to whatch the rugby to a boy I can make deals with or bribe now just to be able to whatch the rugby. I will really miss him badly, but I think this decision his parents made was truly based on his well being and I hope he will be greatful for this decision some day. Julle almal is great mense en net so ter loops, ek mis ouma net so baie wat in Aussie sit. Maybe we can't sit around the same table when it comes to the Bulls &amp; Sharks, but otherwise, it is still awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finally to the Lourens family....I know it is at least 4 months to go, but I just wanted to say my thanks to y'all. I love y'all. Other news, there ain't much. Just going nowhere very slowly and one of these days I might be able to pick the fruits of my hard work and have payback when all of this comes to an end and when I decide to settle down back home again whenever that may be. Don't know yet, but the time will come for that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was my weekly input and it was a tough, but real satifying week. I am happy with myself, even if I am the only who thinks that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115117737279653468?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115117737279653468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115117737279653468&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115117737279653468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115117737279653468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-and-forth-but-actually-taking.html' title='Back and forth, but actually taking small steps forward.....!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115082221434755822</id><published>2006-06-20T19:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:50:14.370+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering my thoughts!</title><content type='html'>OK, I know I have been one of the most regular bloggers, perhaps to regular at times. Somehow it seems that we are all loosing touch of one another, whether it is a good thing or not, I do not know and somehow I do not have the power to stress about it. Just accept life the way it is meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a quick recap on all the latest new regarding my life and which ain't a lot except for work, is that I did eventually received my KTM parts and believe it or not I went shopping mad and another delivery is yet on its way. Really COOL Helmet though and clothing. I think it is about time that I have purchased some clothing though. Work has been keeping me really busy and now time to really worry about crap. I was told earlier that I should again set out to get a permanent woman around me, because it does have its advantages although it might not seem that way. For one is that by having a woman aorund does indeed help with stress relieve the majority of the time if they are quite easy going, but my fear is that I haven't ever heard of an quite easy going woman. Most of the time they are just FULL OF SHIT and I just can not deal with this as well. ALLES KLAR and not open for any discussion. Like a friend ask me today (whom by the way I haven't spoken too since early days in Mauritius) if I'm married or just still with HANNELI......It is kind of a AFRIKAANS Joke meaning your hand......Naja, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, second on my list is that since I'm addicted to RED BULL and can't sleep at night and wake up very poorly in the mornings, it gives me a lot of time to think about a lot shit in life. And for starters I decided not to blog again about Deutschland Football, because FREEDOM of SPEECH disappeared and there ain't a lot of room for discussion concerning this issues due to so much patriotism and fanatics and I do not want to step on any toes anymore. All that I want to say is that fuck, GHANA really showed incredible soccer against CECHOSLAVAKIA and fuck bru, ARGENTINA Rules. Brazil did not impress me much so far and ENGLAND really looks good as well. GERMANY has a tough one against ECUADOR today and they have to win against this very impressive side to end top of the log. The question is who do you rather want to play in the second round.....If you loose you are OUT. ENGLAND OR SWEDEN. So Deutschland, make your pick and be careful. Enough about football. Dick sport anyway! Game for a pussy. A real man sport is RUGBY and I still will stay with that opinion. PLEASE&lt; DO PROVE ME WRONG!, 'cause I know you can't.......hehehehehehehe, we should call this the pussy world cup....Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been wondering what is going on with Jess. I haven't heard from her in a while and I truly hope things are OK that side. Madame, just speak up and say hallo. It ain't that fucking difficult, is it? So it does count for Uma and Heather as well. I have seen her commenting now a couple of times on the Blogging scene, but it ain't enough. OK, no for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, while driving back home on Monday night I thought about all the reasons why we are doing what we are doing and why our roads crossed with each other and suddenly it slpitted up again leaving a lot of memories behind. I know we have to live our own lives and if it means that our roads will cross someday, then it will . The best and only reason I could have thought of was that we needed to learn something from one another and we should carry it with us forward whatever we are meant to do. We will always forgive, but sure not forget even if times were hard or not. I really miss all of you guys dearly, but not in a sad way and funny enough I am enjoying Tanzania in a very weird and strange way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these months my road will split with a very dear friend and boss who really tought me most of what I know today and there might be a very good chance that I will not see him again or maybe not within the next 2 years or so. To be accpted into someones family and be part of a real close family is quite astonishing, but people actually do mean so much to one another even if they do not realizze it every moment. Once it is gone, you try and fight all the motion and try to get back the good part of life and then you have to realize that it is OVER and move on. You should have learned what you could during your time spent together and take from it what you can. 'Cause only YOU can live your life the way you want too and you are responsible for your own happiness. But at the same time we all get so easy use to our new surroundings and to people, but it is so fucking difficult to let go when things always were good all the way or rather most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best is to stipulate your goals and dreams and make that priority number 1 and anyone who wants to join should just hop onto the band wagon and get off when the time calls for it. DON"T LET YOUR GOALS AND DREAMS DISAPEAR FOR NO ONE, NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I love y'all and have an absolutely great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115082221434755822?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115082221434755822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115082221434755822&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115082221434755822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115082221434755822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/06/gathering-my-thoughts.html' title='Gathering my thoughts!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115073670279118854</id><published>2006-06-19T20:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:14:15.793+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great South African Tuesday Night Quicky.......!</title><content type='html'>A businessman met a beautiful girl and agreed to spend the afternoon with her for R500. They did their thing, and, before he left, he told her that he did not have any cash with him, but he would have his secretary write a cheque and mail it to her, calling the payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RENT FOR APARTMENT."&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the office, he regretted what he had done, realizing that the whole event had not been worth the price. So he had his secretary send a cheque for R250 and enclose the following typed note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Madam:&lt;br /&gt;Enclosed find a cheque for R250 for rent of your apartment. I am not sending the amount agreed upon, because when I rented the place, I was under the impression that:&lt;br /&gt;#1 - it had never been occupied;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - there was plenty of heat; and&lt;br /&gt;#3 - it was small enough to make me feel cosy and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found out that it had been previously occupied, that there wasn't any heat, and that it was entirely too large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Upon receipt of the note, the girl immediately returned the cheque for R250 with the following note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Sir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I cannot understand how you could expect a beautiful apartment to remain unoccupied indefinitely. As for the heat, there is plenty of it, if you know how to turn iton.Regarding the space, the apartment is indeed of regular size, but if you don't have enough furniture to fill it, please do not blame the management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send the rent in full or we will be forced to contact your present landlady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115073670279118854?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115073670279118854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115073670279118854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115073670279118854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115073670279118854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/06/great-south-african-tuesday-night.html' title='A Great South African Tuesday Night Quicky.......!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-115040423770653366</id><published>2006-06-15T23:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:43:57.716+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Offering!</title><content type='html'>OK, I guess a lot of people was offended with my last post. Just want to say that if you can't deal with critism, then there is absolutely no way of improvement. Critism does &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; mean any form of dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.S, do you think it is fair to comment on this blog? OK, what I will do is to offer friendship and I mean it. It seems that you do keep tab on my life and that you can't let it go and again, it is your choise. Talk to me! I have moved on and I am happy again. I really hope you could do the same and have so much fun. You really deserve it after a terrible 2005. I guess everything was bad of that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to see that patriotism is back in Germany and I hope you guys will stick with it. It is not always just a bad thing. Those amazing flags are waving again and it brings a lot of joy to a lot of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Deutschland, Los!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-115040423770653366?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/115040423770653366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=115040423770653366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115040423770653366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/115040423770653366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/06/peace-offering.html' title='Peace Offering!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114995672914090219</id><published>2006-06-10T19:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:36:02.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Definately going somewhere!</title><content type='html'>OK, let me try this again. This is my third blog in 2 days and I hope this time that it will publish. So, where do I start off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the score for Deutschland is 4 -2 against Costa Rica, but pure an unconvincingly victory for me. Don't get me wrong, I have been in Deutschland supporter since 1990 and since that big loss against Brazil last year in Germany, I'm still convinced that Jurgen Klinsman is not the man for the job. He did get his forwards really up to scratch and it was an exciting test upfront, but like always Germany's defence really sucks. I'm sorry to say and I hope that they will improve on it. Maybe they should get a guy like Lucas Radebe....By the way, a great South African footballer that captained South Africa as well as Leeds United. No, seriously, with Schweinsteiger, Schneider and Podolski upfront, Germany really looked awesome, but that defence was poor. It took 4 defenders to stop an African striker and he still scored twice. Common, tell me that the Costa Riqian striker did not get Germany worried at all. Look, I really hope that Germany would hold the FIFA cup high at the end of this month, but I believe that a team who wins the Cup should perform convincingly throughout. Germany did not do it last night, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For rugby, well, what can I say? The Springboks played Scotland today and let me remind you that Scotland beat France and England this year in the 6 Nations Cup and like always.........my boys you are the greatest! We clearly thrashed Scotland today 36 - 16 and it was a performance not to be missed. We'll see again next week though in the second test against Scotland and a week after against France. Tough couple of weeks lying ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the verdict is out. Mary did eventually called Dirk and he and his family are now officially Australian citizens or permanent rsodence for that matter. The only difference is that you can't vote! Fuck yeah, that's the way I like it. I really wish him the best of luck and by the look of things it seems that he will be leaving me behind again in January'07. AS USUAL LIKE ALWAYS! Yeah, so this time it is totally a different ball game and I will probably need to run the show for the final 6 months or so. It seems that I will be around in Tanzania 'till next year June/July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been sleeping really badly and funny enough today I started to wonder if something bad happened to one of you guys out there. I'm sorry that I have not be blogging regulary lately due to working circumstances, but something is really bothering me sub-conciously and I need to sort it out, 'cause I fucking need my rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen some pictures lately on Timo's website as well as his mother's blog. Man, Germany really looks good this time of year. Awesome pics guys! Anyway, I'm already planning my next holiday and December I want to go to Mauritius for about 2 weeks or so. Care to join me? Nah, I guess I will be needing a break by then before everything else gets really rough out here in the Outback. Good news is that the majority of my bike parts will arrive next week and I'm still waiting for my subrame due mid July. My boots will also arrive from South Africa next week and then I will be back on my Beast again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is about it and all the news I have gathered for the past 2 weeks or so. Hope you guys are having fun and may the South African force be with y'all. GO BOKKE und Deutschland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114995672914090219?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114995672914090219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114995672914090219&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114995672914090219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114995672914090219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/06/definately-going-somewhere.html' title='Definately going somewhere!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114898668998269229</id><published>2006-05-30T13:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T14:10:32.723+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorcyclemania or Aquamobilephobia....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/May%2029%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/May%2029%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coming home after doing the local Peninsular 500.......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/May%2029%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/May%2029%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dirk and Dylan on the Kawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/May%2029%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/May%2029%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The KTM still out of action.....maybe not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been diagnosed with an illness called Aquamobilephobia. (The fear of driving close or underneath Water Trucks.) Not that a small accident would have ruined my pleasure getting on a 2 wheeler again.....No, fucking Never! It's only that I'm dreaming getting back on my beast and then fucking throttle her up.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mostly I spent my weekends now working on the bikes. Whether it is mine or just on the 300cc Kawa. Clearly the bug has bitten and Dylan has 2 wheel fever too. I just have to teach him how to grab hold of chicks, gaining a couple tattoos wearing jeans and not bath for a week. That's my dear friends is the motorcycle lifestyle. But I do shower/bath minimum once, but sometimes twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real, Dirk's boy thoroughly enjoys it to get on the bike with his dad. I guess motorcycles was in our blood from the start. The last photo is a photo of the "Beast" just before I stripped her down after the accident. The good news is that I have received jsut yesterday some parts for starting her again and I am just waiting for a subframe.......and then I will be on her back and she'll vibrate the rocking horse out of me. Nice, just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was basically a big day in Dar Es Salaam. It was the annual goat race.......The long awaited goat race. It was raining constantly, but that could not stop us to get a couple of beers all the way down our throats. I mean, I have never seen so many white people in one place at the same time in Dar......OH my lordy, there was this latin looking chick.....OH my lordy, I do like Spanish right now.....actually I like them a LOT! Know what I'm saying? So, I decided to bet on this weirdest goats around and there was this one.....who will forget her name....SHAGGY and she moved like lightning.....mein got! The sad part was that I won absolutely fucking ZERO. I guess I will keep to &lt;strong&gt;BLACK JACK.&lt;/strong&gt; That game only showed me real promising results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this weekend I will be back on the bike working as usual and just maybe I will start her. I have ordered more parts from America and hopefully they will arrive sometime the end of next week and then I might be back on my KTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all fine down South and hoping for some mirracles to happen. Remember the thing about shitting in your left hand? Yip, non taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114898668998269229?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114898668998269229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114898668998269229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114898668998269229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114898668998269229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/05/motorcyclemania-or-aquamobilephobia.html' title='Motorcyclemania or Aquamobilephobia....?'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114854498997209911</id><published>2006-05-25T11:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:16:29.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How should I put it........?</title><content type='html'>Lately, it seems that we have went from idle to 3 gear........The problem with this is that when you engine is not strong enough, your car will die off attempting the pull away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk has this thing when Africa just gets that little bit too much, he says: " Mary, please call me." Now Mary is his agent in South Africa working on his immigration papers to Down Under. Now this have been going On/Off for years, but finally it's on the last stretch and he is expecting for that phone call around now and this will be his ticket out of here within the next 12 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I also would like Surehka to call me. I need to go. Fuck, what is it with Africa that just gets to us? I wish someone could please explain it to me. And do not even try attemp telling me if you only were here on holiday, because it is just so fucking different. Another saying is that when I wish for a mirracle then I should rather shit in my left hand and put my wishes in the other. Weigh them up and see which one weighs more. Right now, I definately believe the shit weighs a whole lot more. Sometimes I sit back and think why in the world did I get myself into this? I weigh up the pro's and con's and I can not see the logic in it. And for sure it's not the money, because there is not enough money in the world to pay me to endure this crap.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought that I would like to share with you guys........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114854498997209911?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114854498997209911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114854498997209911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114854498997209911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114854498997209911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-should-i-put-it.html' title='How should I put it........?'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114832083104178298</id><published>2006-05-22T20:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:13:59.986+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangoya, the true domain......!</title><content type='html'>Well, sadly I left my camera at home for this one, because it was just a kind of the spur of the moment decision to go to Bangoya and the camera on the phone did not have that best resolution I could have hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, being on a real small deserted island for 6 hours on one of the most sunniest days ever is fun, but tiring. Bangoya island is about an half an hour boat ride offshore from the Dar Peninsular and there are no roads, no inhabitants, no shops, no nothing but plain and simple the most beautifull beach you will ever find. A lot of people do go there, but they are all foreigners and they also need the fun like we'all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday was the big day and becoming 27 is actually quite scary. A lot of people will tell you not to worry because you are still young, but honestly they only say that because they are past that point and they have made their life decisions. For me on the other hand, it is the time now to think about stuff like that. Quite scary thought, 'cause I have always told myself that I do not want to get married before 30 and for me to find a girl, learn to know her and test drive her for 3 years long......you do the sums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk, Rieta, Dylan &amp; me set off to this island and man, did I really enjoy it. For starters we had Redbull and Vodka on the trip as a welcome note...........I have also to admit that this was probably one of my best days ever in Tanzania. Spent it with great people on a very beautiful place and by knowing that i do really feel good inside, just made it even more special. After the trip, I was spoiled with a great dinner at a very beautiful restaurant and around 9am I was down and out. Alles Klaar! I could barely wake up this morning to go to work, but I managed the dull situation though. So, Dirk &amp; Rieta.........Thanx vir 'n absolute lekker dag. Julle het dit vir my probeer die beste dag ooit maak en dit was....regtig. Ek kan regtig niks meer van julle verwag het nie, maar as die goeie mense wat julle is het julle dit moerse spesiaal gemaak. Ek wardeer dit onsettend baie. Baie, baie dankie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fun is over and I'm on one year older........ and it is back to priorities like usual. A good note is that I have ordered my parts for my Beasts and it will be leaving America, I guess, today. With a Kawasaki 300 R waiting to be taken offroad, a KTM waiting to become fully operational and a shit load of work lying ahead, it really seems that there is a problem with time and definately for me that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to comment on my previous post. The heading "looking back in anger" did not reflect my social well being at all, but like usually I typed in only the first thing that came to mind and I was thinking of the song from OASIS - Looking Back in Anger.....The heading didn't reflect the way I feel or felt. Not at all and that is the total truth. Thanx for the comments though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just want to say thanks to all of you who remembered my B-day and who forwarded me all the best wishes.....You guys are really the greatest and added a little bit more spice to such a great day. Thanxs my friends, you all are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114832083104178298?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114832083104178298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114832083104178298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114832083104178298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114832083104178298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/05/bangoya-true-domain.html' title='Bangoya, the true domain......!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114787757476140068</id><published>2006-05-17T17:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:52:54.773+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back in Anger!</title><content type='html'>Thinking back over the past 18months or so and it's been a real up and down ride for me. Loads of experiances in both my social and professional life and I have to admit that this was not one of the easiest times ever, but I have thoroughly enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back on this day exactly a year ago (on date of course, because the actual day was yesterday) and somehow I wonder what the fuck I was thinking? It is so weird when your head tells you something totally different then your heart and by following your heart means probably the best time ever in your life, but inclusive of fucking loads of pain and unaswered questions. Logic tells me that I was crazy, but honestly I will NOT regret any moment of that time frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I stand one year later and almost one year older and I look back what I have achieved and where I have failed. I might have done a couple of things differently, but I believe that I have never failed anyone or disappoint anyone for that matter. I have grown and matured a little bit more in a professional field and I have overcome everything when the odds was against me. I believe I could classify this as personal success and I'm happy to say that somehow I never believed that someones goals and dreams could change so rapid and unexpectedly. I look back and I realised that it was an amazing time on an island filled with amazing people, but I came to know that it doesn't matter where you are in the world, internal happiness do come from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking my lucky stars for the opportunities that were given to me by my employer and the great life I have lived for the past 24 months. Sometimes everything does not turn out the way we wanted or expected too, but there are always method behind the madness. Just believe in yourself.........Who else could if you even can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just want to thank everyone who made this past year for me such an incredible time. For those who didn't want too, better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the South African force be with you all always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114787757476140068?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114787757476140068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114787757476140068&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114787757476140068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114787757476140068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/05/looking-back-in-anger.html' title='Looking back in Anger!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114718886796882422</id><published>2006-05-09T18:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:08:22.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To Miss Molly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/IMG_0593.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/IMG_0593.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can not believe that it is this time of year again. Last year this time we all were together spending amazing together. On the other hand we all are scattered around the globe which in fact are fucking huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has been a tremendous time knowing that really incredible friends are across the oceans and they will always remain deep in mind. It really doesn't matter where you are, 'cause they will always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that Jess is definately one of a kind and even if see pretends to be so tough (which we all know she isn't) we know she is definately one of the most generous people around. I truly believe that she will help out where she can and I do really miss her and so much of her yapping. She is definately one of my best friends for life. I somehow do miss hanging out with her at buddah bar...Testing her Spanish, joking about wild monkeys and bringing the politics on. I do miss the nights when we were only driving somewhere or just going to grab some KFC. I wish she was here helping out on the tough times or giving just that extra motivational lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times aren't always easy but it is great to think that she is always just a flight away and I know I will see her again. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Molly, I hope you enjoy this day to its full extent and party your lungs out. I know 17 is a tough time for gals, but I know you will manage! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know on the 10th you will be on our minds......Miss ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114718886796882422?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114718886796882422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114718886796882422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114718886796882422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114718886796882422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-miss-molly.html' title='To Miss Molly'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114711890780922376</id><published>2006-05-08T22:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:08:27.823+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Undoubtfully NOT the greatest Weekend at all....</title><content type='html'>As my heading indicated, this weekend was not the best ever. Actually it all ended on Friday afternoon after doing some shopping at a local computer shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on my way back cruising through the traffic with my bike, I decided to take another turnoff other than the usual. It ended honestly in disaster. Me, lying underneath a truck and somehow hanging on for dear life. Yeah, that's right. It all ended up with a water delivery truck driving over me and my gorgeous bike and the fucker didn't even have the descentcy to stop. I driver behind me had to take action to stop the truck from driving away while I was holding on for my life. The smell of tyres aren't that great, especially if it keeps on knocking on your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is that the bike do need some reparation, my right arm without skin and my leg almost feeling that it needs amputattion. The conclusion is that if you want to be part of a man's game, you should need to take the punishment like a man eventhough it's not your fault. You just need to think for the uneducated fuckers as well who do not really have any responisbility....That fucker doesn't evn have a drivers license. WHAT CAN YOU DO? Everyone bites the dust at some stage, it just depends how quick you will get back on your feet and put it all behind you. It kind of feels that I think I do not need to learn any lessons in life anymore....Just give me some time, that's all I ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that I'm lucky to be alive and I have been told so many times past the last weekend and somehow I do believe it. It was not my time to go. Not yet! So, recovery is next and then repairing my gorgeous beast. She will be awesome again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114711890780922376?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114711890780922376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114711890780922376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114711890780922376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114711890780922376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/05/undoubtfully-not-greatest-weekend-at.html' title='Undoubtfully NOT the greatest Weekend at all....'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114674475335176638</id><published>2006-05-04T14:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:12:33.366+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blistering through the Wild.......!</title><content type='html'>What a tough week it has been. Loaded with adventure, fatigue, work, rehabilitation and ultimately moving into another joint in Dar Es Salaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so let me start off from last Friday. Basically my day was caught up with work as usual and then I set off to Dar for the weekend not knowingly that I will return on Saturday (because of incompitence from my local Indian joint venture partners) and was stuck on site untill Saturday afternoon. I had to get back home to start packing some of my stuff to move over to my second residence in Dar and as well packing some bike spares and accessories. Saturday was clearly dedicated to change my road tyres to offroad tyres and this I would like to add as well. Well, changing the tyres on my bike is kind off a simple procedure, but it is fucking hard work and eventually around 8pm Saturday night I have managed to change it and I was kind of proud achieving my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sunday morning was the big day. This was the day that I'm getting sucked into the biker philosophy and experaince what amazing Tanzania has to offer not knowing really what she witheld from me. Around 8am Sunday morning I geared up and set off to our meeting point at a TOTAL garage called Bonjour. Couple of minutes later the guys starting pulling in and I start making the aquitances....and of coarse checking out everyone else's wheels. Little bit of chitchat, breakfast with yoghurt and a good couple of Redbulls and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about a 10km drive on the tarmac and there it stopped. Into the fucking bush and doing our thing.....Offroad here we come! As usual I was so fucking lost in the bush......just kept an eye on the guy about 30m infront of me with difficulty due to that I was the "NEW" boy in town and they made sure that I will suffer the descent way. Fucking mud flying everywhere and hardly could glare through my Scott goggles. I guess if it was dry roads it might have been a little bit easier, but we eventually crossed about 8 rivers in flood, puddles of water that was at least 1.5m deep full of water, thick sand roads and only following these little walkways. There is absolutely nothing else......Maybe a couple of villages in between where I guess that these guys never ever even seen Mzungu's before and we just fucking cruised the shit out of the place.....It kind of felt doing the DAKAR Ralley where everyone heard the noises coming from the exhaust systems from a distance and just waiting on the side of the road cheering us on....It kind of felt really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not what I really expected. I know now why they say MotorCross riders are one of the fittest sports people around and it didn't take me long to feel a sensational feeling of wanting to puke down the helmet with the helmet on my head. My god, this is really tough shit! Around 12pm it felt that my life was about to end and there was no way forward. It felt that I wanted to throw in the towel and go home, but thank god for perserverance......... It could maybe a couple of times easier, but most of the time it felt that I could die any moment. The best was crossing my first river. With my luck I knocked a puddle at least 2m deep and yeah, I drowned my bike in the river under water. I thought this was it....Goodbye my beast......But know, my fellow riders and friends jumped in, help me and the bike out and then starting stripping the air filter out. I felt the comfort of very motivational words and then they started my bike up again and telling me that come one, we have just 100km left in the bush.....Fuck bru, weird, emotional draining but satisfactory shit going on. I eventually decided there are only 2 ways out...Either the bike wins and I will always be the pussy or I will win.....and then I lost all respect for this fucking beast of a machine and throttled the shit out of it and right now my wild beast of a mustang is sooo tame and gentle like a baby. I took it by storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6pm we got to the other side of Dar and settled for some supper. Keep in mind that we all were fucked of riding anduro 10 hours long. And then very complimentary words saying I'm a wild card and I handle the beast pretty amazing in the bush.....Awesome for putting 75bhp on a single axle through the bush running it in all the gears. Ja man, that's the way to go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unbelievably wet for this time of year around in Tanzania and the guys were pretty confident that this was really a tough introduction to this sport for me. But hey, this weekend I will definately go again. Monday morning, I woke up early just to go and clean my bike and do some settings and did an oil change as well. So right now, she is pretty laid back and clean.......and me, pain stretching all over my body and just sooooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, this is all what my interesting weekend was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114674475335176638?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114674475335176638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114674475335176638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114674475335176638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114674475335176638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/05/blistering-through-wild.html' title='Blistering through the Wild.......!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114621292413108886</id><published>2006-04-28T11:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:01:17.093+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail to lord Ganesh....or is it to Nachi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/320/Mauritius%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/254/8392/400/Mauritius%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems a bit weird to do a posting as well after reading Jess's and Heather's blogs, but actually I would like to mention that I guess none of us could actually stop writing/talking about Nachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the honest truth, I have only really start knowing Nachi on the 30rth December 2004 for our preparation to go into the new year on Mont Choissy beach in Mauritius. I have to admit that this Indian is a bit different from the others I use to know. To put it in perspective and as someone once told me....he looks indian, but from the inside he is just Nachi.......and I guess he loves partying, but also at the same time he could be serious and be loyal to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have met a lot of people before and I like to obeserve most of them and kind of analize them to the extent where I really decided I like them or I don't and nothing will change my perspective of this decision afterwards. Nachi on the other hand had a way with people and I think that we all do really love him. I think one of the most important qualities I look for in friends are honesty, loyalty and be genuinely the person you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that Nachi had all of this, but he was special in his own little way and genuinely a true friend and I do not think there was 1 day that he really made me angry. I remember this one night partying at Jess's house in Quatre Borne and we drove to a shop for cigarettes....(I'm still adement that I wasn't drunk, but I could not speak for the others)......and after our return we got the North American Hurricane running down the Indian Ocean. I guess I got the best of this Hurricane, but Nachi also walked through and he decided that night that he would sleep on the porch with all the mozzies zinging around......This was just how I remember Nachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could honestly not agree more or put something different down in writing then the other posts, but I would like to mention that this dude is definately a great guy and I truly hope that he always will be and that Capitalism would not get the best of him and change him forever. I dig you bru.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you all please raise your glasses and drink to Nachi......what is it? His19th Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers my friend and have an absolutely great day and I wish you all the best wishes in the world. You can be proud of yourself, because we are all proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114621292413108886?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114621292413108886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114621292413108886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114621292413108886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114621292413108886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/04/hail-to-lord-ganeshor-is-it-to-nachi.html' title='Hail to lord Ganesh....or is it to Nachi?'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114591191916691639</id><published>2006-04-24T22:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:36:03.680+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deviating the sarcasm and the truth shall set you free!</title><content type='html'>It has taken me a long time to open my eyes again to see the things around me that really lightens my day, but somehow I still do miss it. Tonight was a night where I reached back to those things that just brought out the best in me and somehow I just relived a moment and I realised how lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the island, my main focus was to succeed professionally and to proof to those that doubted for so long that I will make it, even if it meant doing it on my own. For a very long time in my life I thought that I needed to proof to those who were so very close to me that I could be just so much better.....just that little bit more then your usual average person and I definately tried to achieve more than was predicted for me. It is really funny how we in a modern day society try to live up to the expectations of everyone that loves and believe in us. And when we fail, it kind of seems that it was our destiny to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of ran away from everything that was normal around me just to be free from everything that held me back and to start a new leave by doing just that I believe in. It is really akward to analize yourself to such an extent where you ask yourself certain questions and you for god sake know that you will never have any answers. The easy way out is always to say that time would tell and it will also heal many wounds. I found a feeling a while ago and somehow I have overplayed my hand and burned my fingers and thought that there would not have been any easy way out or how impossible it would have been to imagine sunrise the following morning. That is when you know that you have hit rock bottom and there is only 2ways out. The first is by death or the other is to stand up and build everything around you to such a level where you would profoundly find satisfaction and then that feeling........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could explain to you guys exactly how that feels. It is definately not feeling of acceptance or maybe the attention one receives once you thought you made a big time in this hard, mercyless, cruel world that we are living in. I guess the easiest way to explain it is by noting that if there is absolutely noting on earth that bothers you and you just ride the wave. I guess it might be the feeling of riding the wave of personal success (not that I would know) or just totally satisfaction of achieving everything that you set yourself out to obtain, but in the same time to be free from everything that tries to pull you down. It is not easy and we live in a world loaded with stresses, grudges, heartache &amp; pain and misfortune......but at the end of the day all that really matters is that you achieve total inner happiness. To many people this level could be achieved by setting themselves different goals, but I know what makes me happy even though I thought that I have lost it somehow. Yes, maybe I did loose it for a while and yes, I did loose myself in such a bad way that it took mysteriously different directions to get to a point to realise that somewhere I have taken a bad turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my European tour I thought that no more shall I let myself get down to that point of no return and I tried to tuck all those things that really hurt and discouraged me away and somehow find new light to move forward. I went out of my way to make sure that it will never happen again (for now at least) and I have focussed on those things that never let me down. But the biggest lesson I guess I have learned lately is that somehow you need to deal with those things otherwise it will bother you untill you set yourself free from it. And I definately do not talk about my previous relationship or about the people who let me down. No, definately not at all, because at the end of the day you walk this earth alone and you are the master of your mind and you definately determine your own destiny. It just takes time to settle into those things that dearly creates your own world of so many wonders. Sometimes I think of just how lucky I am to do just those things that gives me internal satisfaction and to be in a career that you believe in, eventhough it is not always sunshine and roses, but the end result is just so must more satisfying......even if it is only me that sees it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second tonight I felt it again......and that comforted and encouraged me in a way that I knew that I am definately on the right track. If I turn around now I will be a fool and just play this one out....you will see the final product. Somehow I have created a world around me that sometimes I do loose a bit of motivation and think by myself what on earth was I thinking....You are definately out of your league and then just that thought......hey, you are Gordon and nothing is impossible.You just need to put your mind to it and you will make it and then is not just a tip, it's a promise. Life has a funny way to make us realise how lucky we are, even if it means learning it the hard way. The easiest way to really understand all of this weird shit is to see tomorrow morning when you wake and think by yourself....what fuck has this great day have installed for me. Be all that you can be and take up every opportunity that life has to offer...even if it means for me to eat fish.....which I do now sometimes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening I got on my bike (The Beast) and I took it for a Sunday Evening Drive and I for just a moment I felt soooo free and it was just me and my beast. And I was really satisfied to say the least. It is always such a great feeling to reach certain milestones in your life it this was definately one of mine.....But at the end of the day I do feel lonely and I miss to have that comfort feeling of someone just believing in the good of you. Nothing else, just you and I have accpeted that I needed to learn all just that what life wanted me to learn from that situation and I still do......eventhough there are so much questions floating in the air.....there is just one that I think I need to know and it is all that actually matters and that is how are you doing? Really, sometimes I see shooting stars and then the best wish I can think of is to wish you definately all that happiness in the world...because you definately deserve it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I have said everything I wanted too.....What a strange turn my life has taken and to think back one year ago and never would thought that I have accomplished so much in such a short time of space as I have done since. Never let your dreams die......Sometimes I think it is really all that we have. LIVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114591191916691639?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114591191916691639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114591191916691639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114591191916691639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114591191916691639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/04/deviating-sarcasm-and-truth-shall-set.html' title='Deviating the sarcasm and the truth shall set you free!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114556164941496174</id><published>2006-04-20T21:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:34:09.426+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bla Bla This &amp; That!</title><content type='html'>Nice, I really thought I should blog once again about my thoughts and not what I'm doing during my weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like most of you know by now that I have bought my bike and the American who sold it to me gave me this website "only for bikers" type thing. Well, on this site I found a guy that is busy doing a global tour alone with his BMW 650GS and what he could fit on it. Fucking interesting if you ask me and now he is somewhere down South America. Man, just think of the scenery, the rum, the oceans and then of coarse.....the latin chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now by now I have heard so much about the latin ladies. I think it is about time to start to do some investigations concerning this rumour. I mean, you can't always believe what you hear and this subject has attracted my attention totally. Maybe I should ask Degremont if I can maybe do my next project there or maybe in a place like Cuba.....because that is definately a hit list on my travel plans.....the question is only when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what is wrong with some well tanned ladies doing the cha cha cha on a bar table with real spanish guitars in the backround. If I have to answer this question, my first impression will be there is TOTALLY NOTHING WRONG with it. Maybe, just the way I like it. Then I also think that Vietnam doesn't sound that bad either. It has always been one of my many wonders and hope it could someday be a reality. By now I'm pretty use to develloping countries, so why in the fucking world do I want to visit another develloped country again. The first thing is that develloping countries are so much cheaper to go too and then.....I do not even want to mention the availability of some of the .........OK Gordon, I guess it is time that you should try out the latin side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....other thoughts. Dirk has this thing now about designing a house. Something about recycling water for re-use at different areas and then the ultimate bright spark idea of ...."the front door and back door should have the same key". Well, I think it's OK, but what bothers me the most is that there is NO mention about the bar or maybe the bar hanging over the swimmingpool. Or just a spot in the pool where you could order directly from the bar without getting even out of the pool. Another great idea about a hous I think is to have windows that you can look out from inside, but from the outside it reflects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I do think a lot about all my friends around the world and that they don't fucking update their blogs. Fuck, how must I know what the hell is going on in their lives? Anyway, I did find out lately that everyone walks this earth alone. Only you can determine your happiness and only you know what really is the best for you or what you need to be satisfied. Right now I'm open for anything and trying to experiance as much as possible as long as it only includes fun...party.....and maybe a little bit of this or that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is really great to have escaped all those things that kept me hanging on the backseat. You know, things that are keeping you from progress and ultimately finding out where you belong and your purpose. For me, right now, is PARTY in capital letters and the true sense of the word. No, I kind of miss all my friends back in Cape Town and I think it is about time now that I should go and have the ultimate party there. Just get fucking wasted and pass out on the beach like old times. Na, the beaches here are much better, but then again, you have beautiful table mountain there. I mean, what in the world must I do to have all the great stuff in one place? I think it gets quite expensive travelling up and down just to see the things you really miss, but definately the weird part is that you can't wait just to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I assistent Project Manager is here from France. I guess I should take him out for a dive or 2. The only thing is that it would need to be during the week, because the dives are only in the mornings. Shoud find out if he has his diving certification here. What else? Ahhh, it was really funny today driving down the road and a couple of goats crossed the road and the last one had some kind of weived bag over it and it was tripping all over the road beacause of this bag. It is only sad not to have my camera available, because it was definately worth the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it is weekend time and tomorrow I will go to DAR with the BEAST (KTM), because on the weekend Dirk, the family and me will go to Bangoyo island. White beaches and tropical water. Last time Dirk visited it there was a couple of honeys (from Sweden I think) and they tanned topless on this beautiful beach. I definately know what I will be focussing my attention on when I get there and just maybe I could get lucky......yeah, lucky enough to meet the oldest people in Tanzania or some weird phsycopaths and whalers.......Na, just go snorkling&lt;em&gt; I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was it.....enjoy your weekends because I definately will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir et A Bientot....tous les monde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114556164941496174?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114556164941496174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114556164941496174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114556164941496174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114556164941496174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/04/bla-bla-this-that.html' title='Bla Bla This &amp; That!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114527698939416244</id><published>2006-04-17T14:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:46:07.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You will find FREEDOM via your DREAMS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/April%2015%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/April%2015%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new Love...KTM 640cc Enduro taking it offroad for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/April%2015%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/April%2015%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oceans so blue...It definately brings the best out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/April%2015%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/April%2015%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spectacular beaches without any polution or coral. Definately brings the best out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/April%2015%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/April%2015%20080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying a shower out in the open air with a gorgeous view in the backround. What in the world could equal this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this have been one of those many moments where I hate to be in Africa. I just lost yet again another posting due to TANESCO "reliable electricity supply" to the promised local community. Fuck, was auch immer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start again. The reason for me going to South Africa was to collect cash to purchase a 2002 KTM 640cc (Offroad &amp; Road) bike and I did so last Tuesday. I received my license as well "legally" from the local authorities (on Thursday) for only USD75.00 and I passed with a destinction in my absence. Any one has a price, just name it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this weekend was definately the best opportunity to familiarize myself with my recently purchased bike and truly put it through the tough terrain to find out if it all was worth the expense. I truly have to agree that I have found new happiness and my dreams from childhood could now become a reality. One of my dreams was to travel on a motorbike from the Equator to South Africa via Zambia &amp;amp; Mozambique and I'm definately planning to do it next year this time all along the eastern coastline of Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dirk &amp; Rieta invitied me to join them and friends of them for the weekend at a beach house about 50km's south of Dar Es Slaaam. The drive included at least a 60km detour (due to insufficient directions), 2 major cloud breaks and real muddy dirt track racing. Saturday we set off and reached the beach house around 1:30pm with the main aim to consumpt as much of alcohol as possibile or that was rather my idea. It started off quite slow due to unpacking and getting familiarise with our new surroundings, but eventually socialising started turn out the way we know best. Actually, I arrived on the scene first and sat and observed the most spectacular view I have ever seen in my whole life. Just so fucking incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2:30pm we were all parting along enjoying the view, interesting conversations and off course we were definately supproting the fair Eastern Africa trade relations with alcohol consumption. The party went on 'till around 2pm Sunday morning and I even waked up without any babalas. Sunday was definately the most beautiful morning I have seen in Tanzania since I have arrived here with the most beautiful view over the tropical Indian Ocean. We went down to the beach for the swimming and a couple of snap shots. After the sun fried out skin, breakfast was served with bacon, toast, eggs and me, at least 2 beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the others prepared to leave again, we settled on the beach again. Amazing, just so fucking amazing. I have never felt so free 'till this morning and I really enjoyed the company I was finding myself in. Basically I could have called them my new family since Mauritius, but this time it was great just to hang out a bit and just enjoy beauty what mother nature has to offer. It was really such an amazing feeling lying on the beach or floating in the sea without any interferance from the outside world. This beaches was so beautiful, clean, no coral and at least 400m of untouched beauty. No polution, no noises, really no foreigners and no fucking taxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed this long weekend even if I have third degree sunburn wounds....just kidding, but I kind of have some visible lobster marks all over my body. But not as bad as Dirk though. So, all fun to an end and now the focus is back on work. 'Till next weekend it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lourens family, thanx a million for such an incredible weekend and we sure need to do it again. Thanx again, I really did enjoy it tremendously. So, for all you guys out there, if you really do want to check out the pics of the weekend, visit my flickr photoblog. Photos will go up shortly and they are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So PEACE on EARTH.....and U2 RULES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114527698939416244?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114527698939416244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114527698939416244&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114527698939416244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114527698939416244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-will-find-freedom-via-your-dreams.html' title='You will find FREEDOM via your DREAMS!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114482255667842988</id><published>2006-04-12T08:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T09:25:17.473+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Assisting my dreams......</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a busy schedule I had the the past couple of weeks. Believe me when I tell you guys that by now I'm fed up with airports, sitting 2 hours prior to International flights and then of course spending the time in the airoplame.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always exciting going to places different from where you stay, but getting there first is the problem. I have devellop this incredible method of when I get onto a plane, I immediately start to fall asleep and then I wake up when the plane start to decent and then I know....Party Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I left Thursday to go home for a long weekend and I returned on Monday evening. I really did have fun, but everytime I get home it seems that nothing ever changed except me. It was funny to realise at least that most of my female friends are getting prettier by the day. Not that they are ugly or unattractive at all....No, definately not by far. I think it is because of Tanzania.....No real HOT CHICKS walking past my site office the whole time and it seems like they are only coming out during nightime like VAMPIRES...Ready to suck some blood? Nice, just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, (stop talking shit Gordon) I met up with 2 of my best friends and well.......things tend to happen after a good couple of RED HEART RUMS and one thing leads to another and well....you all know what follows. No seriously, I enjoy spending time with the people I really know well. On Friday afternoon I went to a Large Audio Chain Store to go and look for a tripod for my HandCAM and I met up (by accident) with a gal I use to be friends with long time ago, but lost touch because of me moving to Johannesburg and then to Maurititius.....(ja, you all know where to else) and I found out that she is married and just had her second child. My god, the world changes so quickly and funny enough she told everyone (who do not even know me by the way) about all our drunk experiances and me sleeping on the side of the road in my car and......No, not everything for you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotton these memories a long time ago and it was really funny to think back of all THE CRAZY DAYS and to realized that I have friends now around me still that I have met say 9 or 10 years back. Some even longer and I am still in touch with most of them to this day. Anyway, seeing my family, friends and especially my big love, BABSI (that is my dog...Staffordshire Terrier cross with BOXER and my BOXER, Nicholai)...Think back when the vet had to save her from my staffi, because she was too big to be born naturally and I was the first one who held her......And it is unbelievable to see someone or something sooooo happy just to see me and she didn't leave my the whole time side at all even sleeping. (kind of made me think that she didn't want me to go again). So, it was really nice being back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I returned on Monday evening with something up my sleeve. I have great news and I will let you guys know in due time. Lets just say one of my biggest dreams has come true and I am soooo fucking happy with myself. I can honestly tell you guys much more blogging will come from this and it will definately be fun. So, keep 'n'eye.....That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.....Amu, really glad to receive your email this morning. Really happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114482255667842988?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114482255667842988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114482255667842988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114482255667842988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114482255667842988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/04/assisting-my-dreams.html' title='Assisting my dreams......'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108837.post-114417042817254210</id><published>2006-04-04T19:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:40:42.846+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at Barneys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/March%2031%20022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/March%2031%20022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mwanza is not called "Rock City" for nothing. That ain't a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/March%2031%20026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/March%2031%20026.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An island just off shore of Lake Victoria. Different from what I'm use too, but then yet agian I have never seen an island in a lake before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/March%2031%20058.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/March%2031%20058.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunset over the water is what I'm use too. Isn't it beautiful? I love WATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/1024/March%2031%20087.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1387/1760/400/March%2031%20087.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught in the act! A fish eagle busy bathing in the african heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I fucking lost my previous post and as usual I am really fucking pissed off, but I will put something down again for my loyal readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went to Mwanza, a town on the border of Tanzania, DRC, Uganda and Kenya that are devided by I think the biggest lake in Africa, Lake Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, it was a quite nerve racking flight there especially when the pilot of a FOKKER decided to pull the thrust brakes of the plane only 20m above the water when I couldn't even see the shore or the runway. Anyway, he obviously knew what he was doing because I'm still sitting here typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend was basically scheduled for work, but since the fucking printer supplier or his technician only decided to arrive an hour before I was planned to leave on Sunday instead of Saturday evening, I really had fun partying all night and most of the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was filled with partying untill 5 -7am in the mornings, a lot of Captain Morgan's &amp; Coke (with no ICE) and a couple of experiances with a Swedish chick as well with a Scotish chick. Nice, I was told when ever you are outside your country you should be an ambasador for your country and keep up the good foreign relations between your country and the foreign country. So I did and well I have to admit....My good old friend Wolfgang was totally right about the Swedish Volley Ball chicks.....Bru, the rumours are true. You should experiance it at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got home on Monday morning and decided I had rehabilitate for the upcoming weekend. Yeah, I'm going home to see the folkes and build on my domestic relations back home. Give them all I can......If not, tomorrow I might be sad I didn't give my best and enjoyed every moment that I could. Nice one Charlie! Very diplomatically said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Thursday I'm off to South Africa and I will retrun on Monday afternoon. Couple of days again for rehabilitation and then I'm off to Mwanza AGAIN for "work"...Working my right arm to see how many glasses I could lift of coarse. This is becoming like Mauritius again. I should check my diary to see if I'm free for upcoming weekends......Nice, just the way I like it bru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all my friends out there.....Joern, it was absolutely great to catch you on SKYPE. Y'all should enjoy the festive season (don't eat to much easter bunny eggs, your teath will get wrotten and y'all will get fat) and if you are going away, please drive safe or hire a TAXI......May the South African force be with all of you. I miss and love y'all. I was once told that I couldn't love everyone, but I did proof her wrong... I DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captian Morgan, you rule brother. Take me aboard on your ship of exploration and happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108837-114417042817254210?l=zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/feeds/114417042817254210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108837&amp;postID=114417042817254210&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114417042817254210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108837/posts/default/114417042817254210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zudafrikanisch.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekend-at-barneys_04.html' title='Weekend at Barneys!'/><author><name>Gordon van den Heever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07328432866413379161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/8392/320/MSN%20me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
