CITY OF GOLD - JOZI
I made a bet with my boys that we would go to South Africa for the 2010 World Cup; come rain or sun. We were to ride down roughshod on some big 4x4 vehicle; we’d dress up like some native Kings, in African regalia complete with leopard’s skins and Columbus monkey hats. If the African gods smile upon us, we should have ample time to pass by King Mswati’s Reed Festival in Swaziland. Picture this, out of the 10,000 plus virgins at the Reed Festival the King will only take one for his bride. That leaves 9,999 heart-broken and possibly hopelessly vulnerable girls with some heady dreams about marrying a rich African king and living happily thereafter. We reckon some will be willing to hitch up with any African king even if it’s not Mswati. That’s where we come in; acting like some big Kahunas we will hit Swaziland like a major tsunami. And what are the odds? We can’t lose! Can you imagine that some guys actually blow themselves up for just a measly seven virgins in paradise? What is...