Nyati & I had retreated back to the cool, Atlantic breeze at "Port".
Crayfish season was open again, this weekend, the coloureds (hotnots), speak of "the minister" with total disdain…
"Djaa, those kaffairs can't even swim ek se' ".
"Hee don't even know wat a fokken crief IS ek se' ".
No, they don't like them.
These're "lovely" people…
I'm never sure if they're happy or fighting to the death…
They're ALWAYS shouting…
Swearing…
Laughing…
Shouting…
Swearing…
Fuck.
Crief (crayfish, for you foreigners) suddenly appeared from EVERYWHERE.
Market forces prevailed… Prices fell… From R 80.00 to R50.00 each.
Smelly, long dead ones down to R20.00.
My guys finally appeared out of the mist, swearing loudly… FOK #,;@*>%… we got some, ~%§@. do you still want, Daddy ?
"Daddy" ?
"Fuck you Man"…#*HA HA HA !! #*¥!~
I'll tip your fu~€%=§ boat Man…Ha ha ha.
I was learning.
This is Port Nolloth Man… Diamond divers… Tough, cold water guys… Always happy… Diamonds or crief, it's all the same.
You lucky fish…..have six on me..can one EVER get tired of crayfish ?? Despite being bottom feeders they have a special taste of their own….unlike other things !
Yup, there's something special about crayfish, straight out of the sea, into a pot, or onto a braai, & eaten…
With your favourite sauce…
Lemon butter, garlic, mayonnaise.
Mmmm…Oh yeah, now I'm making myself hungry.
Howzit hanging Daddy?!Those crays looked amazing, bet they tasted even better!
Oh yeah. The best part of it was that I was BLOODY hungry…
I would have eaten the bum of a scumk…
Food like that… Mmmm.