It has been a while indeed, well over a month, perhaps several since my last post. Very bad form for what is meant to be a regular blog.. I know!
I guess I have just been distracted of late, what with an exam semester at University and too much mundane work to comprehend. However midway through the semester I found some respite…yes, yes… there was a Zebra.
In the foreground is Johnny, who is tame and loves having his back scratched despite being a little nippy at the front end. Behind him is Havana who is tame enough to let you get close but isn’t up for a scratch and is generally a bit skittish. Both Johnny and Havana are a cheeky and practically head-butt you in eagerness of their daily feed, to quote Sherlock:
“horses: dangerous on both ends and crafty in the middle”
I think its safe to attribute these two mountain Zebra with the same craftiness.
I had the opportunity to meet these fine creatures when house sitting for a little backpacking and event venue called Yellow Piano, my digs mate Justin and myself were asked to look after the small farm whilst the owners attended a wedding in Germany.
Every morning, we woke in the wee hours to feed the cow, zebras, fish, 5 dogs, multiple cats, geese and springbok, returning again after a day on campus at about 9pm for their second feed… it was quite a mission. However as all Rhodes students will know, escaping the bubble that is Grahamstown is a welcomed reprieve.
Locked away in the hills about 25 minutes outside of Grahamstown, Yellow Piano truly is out of the ordinary. nearly all of the walls are built from used wine and beer bottles arranged in patterns and shining in the most magnificent colours at sunset and sunrise… however sleeping in a glass bottle house has some very unique issues.
The one night, while tucked away under a pile of blankets escaping the cold, the wind started to blow and storm clouds rolled in. normally speaking a little rain and wind lulls me into a semi-comatose state. Not that night!
Have you ever blown on the top of a bottle to get that melodic hum? Right, you know what I am talking about, okay now imagine sitting in a house made of bottles with huge gusts of wind blowing past the open tops of all those bottles. It was like trying to sleep in an engine room!
Unfortunately, college life, coupled with Bruno (The bull calf) continually escaping from his enclosure didn’t allow Justin and I to explore the amazing surrounds as much as we would’ve liked, but I would take any opportunity to spend another week there in a heartbeat! So, if any of you are passing through Grahamstown and are looking for somewhere just outside of town to stay.. its definitely an interesting spot!
So with one final shot of Johnny the zebra… I depart, hopefully to post again soon!