Not much on the agenda today. We got up fairly early so we could get to the immigration office before it shut (you never know) as we had to get our visas extended. We also attempted to purchase some Kodacolor Gold 200 ASA films from a shop plastered with Kodak signs. Ha! Ha! I don't know why we bothered.
As well as drinking beer at the Selborne, we wandered into a restaurant, attracted by hand-painted food prices on a litter-bin outside. Unfortunately the real prices were far higher than those advertised. The arsehole waiter jovially pointed out that it was only a bin so it didn't matter.
The Selborne was quite amusing. At last, African incompetence worked in our favour. After we had each had a beer, I decided I would have another one. Already well aware that waiters here get very confused when two people order different things, I said "one beer" very slowly and held up my index finger. After the waiter left, Olly became jealous of my imminent refreshment and planned to order a beer when the waiter delivered mine. This was not necessary: The waiter turned up with two anyway.
Later in the day we were amused further in the Waverley Hotel's restaurant. Our order of tea and coffee was delayed 30 minutes because they forgot to boil the water.
After an interesting hour wandering around the edge of the city alone, I easily persuaded Olly to venture downstairs for a drink. After a couple of Castles we were joined by the girls, who had a great idea for the evening meal. They had found a place near the Selborne called the Matabeleland Safari Grill, which offered various game on the menu.
Our first port of call, however, was the Selborne itself, so we could cheekily store our rucksacks and drink more beer there.
There was an interesting white guy sitting in the beer garden, who described himself as a Rhodesian and didn't seem to like blacks very much. He entertained us by shouting "Oi you! That's my chair! Out!" at an enterprising African who had settled at his table to finish his drink. He bought the girls a bottle of wine and us a beer each, so he quickly became quite popular.
The meal at the restaurant was superb. Olly and I both had warthog, Diane went for kudu (a member of the antelope family). For a starter, the three of us shared a "croc tail cocktail". Delicious! Our four meals came to Z$124.
After the meal we got talking to three whites in the restaurant. This was a good move because they invited us back to a luxury house, where we drank wine and talked until it was time to get back into the city centre to catch our 12.30 bus to Johannesburg.
As well as drinking beer at the Selborne, we wandered into a restaurant, attracted by hand-painted food prices on a litter-bin outside. Unfortunately the real prices were far higher than those advertised. The arsehole waiter jovially pointed out that it was only a bin so it didn't matter.
The Selborne was quite amusing. At last, African incompetence worked in our favour. After we had each had a beer, I decided I would have another one. Already well aware that waiters here get very confused when two people order different things, I said "one beer" very slowly and held up my index finger. After the waiter left, Olly became jealous of my imminent refreshment and planned to order a beer when the waiter delivered mine. This was not necessary: The waiter turned up with two anyway.
Later in the day we were amused further in the Waverley Hotel's restaurant. Our order of tea and coffee was delayed 30 minutes because they forgot to boil the water.
After an interesting hour wandering around the edge of the city alone, I easily persuaded Olly to venture downstairs for a drink. After a couple of Castles we were joined by the girls, who had a great idea for the evening meal. They had found a place near the Selborne called the Matabeleland Safari Grill, which offered various game on the menu.
Our first port of call, however, was the Selborne itself, so we could cheekily store our rucksacks and drink more beer there.
There was an interesting white guy sitting in the beer garden, who described himself as a Rhodesian and didn't seem to like blacks very much. He entertained us by shouting "Oi you! That's my chair! Out!" at an enterprising African who had settled at his table to finish his drink. He bought the girls a bottle of wine and us a beer each, so he quickly became quite popular.
The meal at the restaurant was superb. Olly and I both had warthog, Diane went for kudu (a member of the antelope family). For a starter, the three of us shared a "croc tail cocktail". Delicious! Our four meals came to Z$124.
After the meal we got talking to three whites in the restaurant. This was a good move because they invited us back to a luxury house, where we drank wine and talked until it was time to get back into the city centre to catch our 12.30 bus to Johannesburg.
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