We had been touring in Southern Africa for a month. My mind started working like a juke box as it of ten does and this tune came to mind
Well, I was feelin’ so bad, asked my family doctor ’bout what I had,
I said, “Doctor, Doctor, Mister M.D., can you tell me, what’s ailing me?”
He said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
All you need, all you really need:
The day was dedicated to Bacchus and we moved on. The wine country in South Africa is vast, there are many many many wineries, and the wine at one is better than the next. The prices are ridiculously low. I’ll say that again, the prices are ridiculously low. It is really hard to enjoy the hospitality and the tasting and not leave without buying a few bottles. Did I say the prices were ridiculously low?
The next stop was a very posh winery. Here you sit down at a beautifully set table and knowledgable hosts come by and serve you as much wine as your want.
This winery was so posh that when I went to relieve myself of the wonderful liquids I had been served, it was the first time I had ever done so standing on a Persian carpet.
Then we went to an extremely old winery. I wish I had taken better (or some) notes but I think this place has been in business and in the same family for like a million years or something.
Another Roadside Attraction.
OK that is it for wine. Next post, ostriches and diamonds, no kidding.
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