Wacky Wine Weekend part 2

My rage subsided somewhat as we continued to sample the wines at the wineries in the town of Robertson. At some point a woman nudged Gemma said something in Afrikaans and then howled with laughter. After Gemma got her to repeat it in English it turns out she was laughing at the sign saying, "Do not drink and drive", finding the concept incredulous. I guess that explains the horrific number of road deaths that they have over here. That and the insane driving of non-drunk motorists. The good thing about the tasting glass you got with your entry fee was that it was double the size of a normal tasting glass, and the wineries weren't shy at pouring either.

At one winery they were doing tastings of olive oils, vinegars and chutneys. It was at this point that I realised I hadn't eaten all day, so I sampled everything, several times. The next place had olives, so I dived into those too. The guy behind the counter, Tommy, was a right character, so we stayed in there for quite a while. In total I bought 3 bottles of wine and a bottle of sweet chilli sauce, each of which came out to about 1.70 sterling. Cool.

By this point I was starving. The nearest restaurant was full until much later on, so we walked back to the house we were staying at to ask for a recomendation of where to eat. After making some phone calls the lady we staying with got us in with them at the restaurant we had just been to. It was a very interesting talk we had over dinner, about South Africa and the continuing problems with race and poverty (Our hosts were a mixed race couple). The country certainly has a long way to go yet.

The other people who were supposed to be staying hadn't turned up so we swapped from the daughters to the guest room, which I felt a little better about. In the morning we had a breakfast put on for us, including salad for Gemma. I really don't think the average South African understands vegetarianism at all.