I’m not altogether sure who had the idea in the first place… I’m fairly sure it wasn’t Berto, or Rudi. That leaves one of three people, and I am two of them.
Here I am, 33000 feet above sea level, on board a plane to Cape Town. It’s 7.38pm. In the morning, Jon and I venture to PE at sparrow fart. It turns out it is R4000 cheaper for me to fly from Durban to Cape Town and drive all the way back to PE than it is for Jon to fly to Durban, and us hire a car and travel from PE. Who would have thought? Only my old man would consider such ludicrous possibilities! (Side note: thanks dad!)
So why do this? Why a tour?
It’s fairly simple. We need to meet the people of the Eastern and Western Cape before we introduce them to Berto and Rudi. It would be unfair to just assault those audiences with Benoni and the Bruin Ou. Maritzburg is tough enough to be immune to such characters as our bassist and drummer. We must make sure the same holds true for other provinces.
Our quest sees us visiting restaurants, radio stations, churches, clubs and houses. And a fair amount of beach.
