Comments on: Splashy fen fever

By: Duncan

Duncan — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 09:36:44 +0000

This is gonna be one heckova party dude.
last time I was there (think it was in 2000) i ended up covered in mud, brain damaged and hearing impaired…also saw a car catch fire and burn into nothing but a blackened husk.
I believe the eSquared Durban team will be there and flying the flag high…nice one.

PS: take your own bog roll.

By: Eran

Eran — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 13:58:19 +0000

HAHHAHA! I was there! No ways Duncan - strange how we lived in Durbs together for so long and kept passing each others like strangers in the night.

eish.

I saw a guy running around with raw chicken in his pants.

Damaging stuff that.

I hope it doesn’t rain as per usual at Splashy Fen this year- that time of year it is simply SOAKING! Still - nonetheless - I have ALWAYS had a blast at Splashy.

PLUSPLUSPLUS you never know who is going to be there- one year Black was there - you know - the dude who sang : Everything is coming up Roses.

you don’t?

eish…

By: sheena unwin

sheena unwin — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 14:11:48 +0000

whattttt!!!!think you smell sumthin my good friends, that is the sweet smell of a bunch of ambitious peeps really keen to kick back and have a rocker of a time. see you there, remember to where a flower in your hair…

By: karl marais

karl marais — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 08:53:04 +0000

The cold morning twilight seeps in through my curtains as I wake for a new day. I spread a gap to reveal a long wall of clouds banked up tightly against the watery horizon. The life providing sun illuminates the clouds shining a day glow orange, gaining intensity as it nears its source.

The cool morning breeze blows over my slop covered feet as I walk toward the main road, the buzz and hoot of cars is still a faint sound in the air, but draws nearer with each step. I reach the edge and wait to cross the road. The metal muscled man moving machines buzz past all headed with motor enthusiasm toward their intended destinations. I need a particular kind of this vehicle, one in the form of a minibus, one that will take me toward town. It approaches and complies with a raise of the finger.

The warm city air blows in through the window as we weave our way toward the square edged multiplicity city, Durban. That ever present skyline of buildings that rests there in full view of suburban life. The prospect of entering this city bubble quickly turns to a myriad of life overflowing off the pavements all moving to the soundtrack of many different songs that emerge from shops, taxi’s and motor vehicles. The buildings fling up beside me casting shadows from pavement to pavement leaving thin light, stripes that shine up my world as they pass over my eyes. Activity bubbles over every inch of my vision.

A city can be anything to you but something here definitely conjures up thoughts of love, not to claim superiority to any other place, as things can always be improved. It lives in the ever present buzz of life that flows over and down to the sea. It lives in someone’s smile as they walk across the road, it lives in the fruit vendor’s enthusiasm (and the coke bottles spraying water that make the fruit look like they’ve just been picked from a dewy morning in the Ceres Mountains). It lives. It lives in all these careful and complex occurrences claiming space within the city of Durban. A want for life if viewed with a want for life is here, bursting out at the seams.