So there I was feeling embarassed for thinking I was the only one who didn't have the slightest clue where the Rhodes Botanical Gardens were - after having spent almost a year at this institution. Imagine how relieved I was when my girlfriend told me she had never been there too. My friend Vuyo - who had discovered the Bots a day before, due to a practical he had been doing with his chemistry class - arrogantly led the way and we followed (somewhat reluctantly). We decided to attach our posteriors to a patch of grass after having wandered around aimlessly like Moses in search of the Promised land. The Promised land was damp, but accomodating. Comfortably supporting my girl's head on my chest, I reached over to a white Pick 'n Pay packet laying on the floor with its contents sprawled all over the place. I grabbed a biscuit. Bite. So these are the Bot gardens, I thought. Chew. They look so green. Chew. Too green... like the amazons. Swallow. Very spacious. Bite. I observed a trail leading into what I believed was Survivor territory at the time. Chew. I wasn't keen on finding out. Chew. I reached for another biscuit. It wasn't bad I suppose. I could get used to it - lazing around on semi-dry land with friends and food like shepherds at a braai (assuming shepherds don't mind sacrificing some livestock in the name of festivities and all things good). Swallow. Half an hour into it I decided I was bored (and I had run out of biscuits). How depressing! A few rather exposed legs scrambled after an orange ball; some hairy chests were stealing the spotlight from the trees; ice-cream melted in a neglected container; soft drinks soaked the ground; trees hid the sun; and the dirt befriended my feet... Home time.
