the other side of the mountain

I may have mentioned that my daughter lives in Port Elizabeth with her mother and consequently, I’ve been doing a fair amount of commuting to visit the youngster. I may have neglected to mention that the ex-Mrs Kyknoord left me for another woman, but that’s another story altogether.+

During the most recent visit, a friend suggested we meet for a drink at a place called Barrichello’s.

“Where?”
“Barrichello’s”
“Uh huh – and that would be where, exactly?”
“It’s where the old Anchor used to be”
“The old Anchor?”
“Yes. The Anchor’s in the harbour now. It’s gone home. Ahahahahaha!”++
[Silence. Crickets chirping]
“Barrichello’s is in Eastborne Road”
“Thank you”

I got there a little bit earlier than the agreed time, so I was free to peruse the What’s on in Port Elizabeth guide lying in a puddle of old beer on the bar. This handy little booklet had all the usual stuff (Bumfuck and Dysentery now playing LIVE at the Brown Stool Bar until November!) interspersed with innumerable ads, but of particular interest was the extremely detailed, two-page monograph on haemorrhoids.

I really wouldn’t like to speculate too deeply what this says about the state of entertainment in the Eastern Cape.

+ and one I won’t be telling just yet.

++ This happens a lot in PE. Restaurants and pubs wander off when you aren’t looking and show up elsewhere.