Point of Gold

Bits and pieces. Bumpy roads. Late nights, late mornings, late afternoon sets at Beach Bar. Meeting randoms in the Gamboozini common area and knowing their entire lives by dawn. Outbursts of indistinguishable anime dialogue. Laingsburg. Dangerously blurry nights up in the water tower. Another successful crowdfie. Tiger prawn evenings with the gang at Love Café. Jagermeister shots with literally the whole of Fernando’s. Kicking up sand on Pintos’ dance floor before spontaneously stripping down and floundering in the warmest, wildest riptide. Banana and caramel soft serve at Coconut Can. When Hail Governor turned into Cat & Mouse which turned into a The Renegades/The Kickstands mashup band that may have transcended all physical planes of existence with the tastiness of its jams. ALL the insects known to man — and then some more insects. Red lips from all the RnRs and Too. Much. Tequila. Potentially dodgy seafood platters in the dark at Ponta’s Restaurant. Constantly assuming I’m covered in spiderwebs. Then, actually being covered in spiderwebs oh my god where is it is it in my hair?! Waboba in the waves. The chunkiest chilli sauce ever in the whole world amen. Unexpected thunderstorms spent under leaky roofs. Saving wild dogs from wayward Hiluxes. The most lethargic cat that exists outside Spig’s Surf’s Up. My first New Year’s Eve in bed by 10:30pm and my first Jan 1st feeling fresh as fuuuuuuuu — for a few hours at least! The look on the locals’ face every time we played Nomvula. Dark, sandy missions at night with nothing but a cellphone flashlight and a few lazy scorpions to point you in the right direction. Pall Mall as a very last resort. Ponta do Ouro, stuck in my mind like a thorn from a golden rose.