av TOR BILLGREN
Efter några månader i Sverige reste vi tillbaka till Sydafrika den 3 september, via Doha. Den 4 och 5 september besökte vi Soweto Wine Festival.
Törstig på Piccadilly line. South Ealing
Och missar alltså själv Lena Cronqvistprogrammet som börjar nu. Musiken borde ha varit högre i början, jag vet.
No machine guns in the face at Heathrow today. What a pleasant surprise!
The Airbus 380 looks like a whale. Smaller than expected, though.
Greetings from Doha. It's middle in the night and 32 degrees.
Bahgdad was like a glowing cloud in the dark. Kuwait City solid gold.
Another happy landing. Johannesburg. At last. 18 degrees.
At Soweto wine festival. Gosh, this is unique. The new South Africa.
Notes: The Riesling of Hartenberg, the Bordeaux blend of Groot Constantia.
Driving around Johannesburg trying to find Alistar's mansion.
And there they are, the sounds I've missed so much. The extra hoo of the pigeon. The confused chant och the ibiz.
The beer museum in Joburg is just like those theme parks in Simpsons with rickety robots and propaganda. So they exist...
Our hostess owns thre boerbulls. Dogs. And that's exactly what they look like. Boerbulls.
Another night at Soweto Wine Festival. Trying to tast only cabernet, but now I'm craving for chardonnay. It's a hard life.
There are SO many closeted boers at the festival.
Calamaris, lamb and marrow, cheeses and constantia wine. Heaven. Heaven.
On our way home through the suburbs of Joburg. Palaces to the right, palaces to the left.