I've got some sort of crazy stomach bug.
On the day where I'm flying to Durban, meeting mates, and all of us are stuffing ourselves into a Golf Chico and driving up to Zululand for a mate's wedding weekend.
Lest I forget that February humidity on the Natal coast is only navigateable with a meat cleaver, and I'm gonna need to stop at all the Shell Ultra Cities dotted amongst the sugar cane in order to take a ladylike yack.
In thirty five degree heat.
Albeit, am rather excited to get out of Joburg and hit some sugar cane farms with awesome friends and attend a beautiful colonial wedding. Haven't been to this neck of the woods since I was a lightie.