Normal brother came to see us a bit later and on seeing our sparce provisions in the vleis and wors department reckons not to worry, he will be back later with
"plenty of meat". We soon had a fire going and it was starting to get dark. The two brothers pull in carrying a heavy stainless steel Bain Marie kind of 20 liter thing
filled to the top with an assortment of choice game cuts. We were not going to go hungry tonight that was for sure. Things settled down and a serious session of
braaing commenced. There was no ways that between the 5 of us we would finish all that meat but we gave it a good try.
We had by now finished our rations of beers when Klippies came to visit, in the form of two full 750ml bottles - one per brother that suddenly appeared. For these guys
living in the middle of nowhere they were seriously organised and we were duly impressed. Added to this the brothers also had a collective drinking years advantage
over us by at least 20 years which Hillbilly boet went on to display successfully by suiping on his bottle which went down at an alarming rate. Normal brother was
being a good host, passing his bottle of Klippies around for us to share and we chatted for a good while about life and things in general.
The effects of the alcohol were by now starting to have the desired effects on Hillbilly boet. Somehow he had taken an interest in my friend Jörn.
Picture this, Jörn is a 21 year old German student who still talks with a german accent, long hair like a woman's and with these John Lennon type glasses. The total
antithesis to the hillbilly who was now staring Jörn in the eye in some hope of provoking a response. Jörn turns to me and says:
"Warum guckt der Typ mich so an? (why is this dude looking at me so strangely?)
The hillbilly had somehow found his victim and the conversation took a turn for the worse with Hillbilly boet. Soon he was going on about "Ek het al ore afgesny in Angola"
As only Johno and I had mastered the taal between the 3 of us I happily translated for Jörn.
zacapa: Der hat schonmal Ohren abgeschnitten in Angola, sagt er. (he has cut off ears in Angola he says)
Jörn: Was fuer Ohren? (what kind of ears?)
zacapa: Menschenohren, im Krieg in Angola - sagt er jedenfalls, Der ist aber schon ziemlich besoffen der Kerl. (Human ears, in the war in Angola - at least he says he did
- this dude is pretty pissed by now)
Hillbilly carried on with this psychoterror under the watchfull eye of Normal brother. Still drinking copiously from the now almost empty bottle of brandy he impressed all
of us with making gestures towards Jörn with his finger pointed at my friend and saying things like "Ek gaan jou kry..."
Lets have another sip of brandy then! And so it carried on untill his bottle was finished with a few more tales of cutting off ears and letting my friend know that he was
gonna be next on this madmans list of conquests. Then Hillbilly tried to stand up with which he was successfull, but not for long. With a great thud and clouds of dust
it was a case of man down. We thankfully realised that the tranquilising effects of a bottle of Klippies not shared with your new found friends were now working as they
should!
Normal brother says something like " Gooie fok, hy doen dit alweer" and says - Sorry guys, my apologies! - let me take this guy to his bed.
Now the platdakhuis was only about 150 meters away but "chateau collapso" Hillbilly weighed at least 100kg, maybe a bit more. No probs for normal brother then, it looked
like he was much practiced in the next manouvre that left us looking with open mouths and much amusement and total disbelief. This is what we had come for, so after all
Johno's tales of this beeing a freaking "different" place were true.
Normal brother tried to get Hillbilly back up on his feet. This was not working. In final desperation he took Hillbilly's leg over his shoulder, leant forward and pulled hard.
Somehow this unlikely contraption started moving forward and the last I remember seeing of Hillbilly was a bit of dust and his head bouncing on the ground as his master
gathered momentum to make Hillbilly's last voyage that day a memorable one.
What has been seen cannot be unseen..............
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