It's fun to be lame

A few weeks ago, the Cansa Relay came to town and so did 4 very jolly Capetonians (or rather 2 ex-Caledonians, one ex-ex-ex-ex-Caledonian and an ex-Drakensberger). And so, dear tea lovers, I'm proud to bring you a blow-by-blow of the epic lameness that transpired that fateful Saturday afternoon. Am I blogging about my weekend like a 13-year-old? It would appear so. 

It all started with a guided tour of the country town which, considering the size of Caledon, really took no longer than 6-and-a-half minutes. By someone's random suggestion, we then made a stop at the arcade and before long my three travel-buddies got stuck in like only guys (*cough* 4-year-olds) can. In the end they violated the Elevator Game with 6 hands instead of the recommended 2 and won 418 tickets in 15 minutes. Impressive. 

Ripping off the arcade. 

418 tickets in 15 minutes.

Unfortunately we were then thrown out by security, banned for life and served with three months of community service. OK, that's a lie, but it would've made for an epic story. More importantly - I got my super awesome zombie ring and plastic alligator toy (which has since morphed into a brooch), and the guys went home with Ross the stuffed dinosaur, who went on to claim the title of official Cansa Relay mascot.

The Rossetron

Another big event that added to the undeniable awesomeness, was Dan picking up his first chameleon ever. Go Dan Man - you're half way to becoming a real Plattelander! 

Dan picks up a chameleon for the first time. Big moment, big smile!

Next came the actual relay...

Only my family can come up with a team name like this one.

3 proud Pienk Kiewiete, boasting their team colours.

Me + the siblings - picture of pure innocence. We never fight, can't you tell?

Tents pitched near and far, "Afrikaanse boeretreffers" blasting across the field, the worst talent contest you've ever witnessed, yum-yum chocolate cake, proper "basaar poeding", barefoot skipping and all-night chatter around the sports field. 

And THAT people, is what we call a good ol' Caledon weekend.