Lambert's Bay: you should have killed me when you had the chance

I've just returned from the tiny town on the West coast which takes its name from this blog post. While there, I had several revelations:

(1) The mere absence of a market for crappy office-park developments doesn't mean that the architecture in miniscule settlements won't look like complete ass.

(2) Rural areas have a really high ratio of liquor stores to people. All of them have the same Castle Lager-themed advertising boards bearing the name of that store on their exterior walls (e.g. 'Weskus Drankwinkel'). I didn't check, but I bet their prices are identical.

(3) Despite being the only grocery store in town (as well as being the local monopolist in the market for garden furniture and compact discs), and the hour-long drive to the nearest other town, the OK Mini-Mart still prices goods at the same level as in Cape Town. I guess their prices are set by the central business HQ, which eliminates their ability to extract surplus profit from the townspeople. But even so, don't they have significantly higher transport costs than other OK outlets in major centres? Can't they get away with charging a 'we're in the middle of nowhere' premium?

(4) Adding '-izzle' to words makes them funny. Example:
WRONG: "Take a right at the upcoming T-junction."
RIGHT: "Swing a right at the T-Jizzle." Tee hee.

(5) My girlfriend refuses to follow the lead of Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas, at least insofar as generating meaningless words by appending '-ilicious' to them.







LEFT: Tana-liciousness personified.








(6) Swimming in the ocean is really fun, especially when it is so cold that your sex becomes indeterminate.

(7) Janique Peyper is a lovely person with a family that is perhaps not cool, but is something much, much better: kind and hospitable. Peyper-licious indeed.