Round with a proper South African

Went camping with Justin the South African. I finally escaped the Baz Bus' evil clutches, and managed to score a fascinating tour moving around the dirt side roads. Justin works on the side driving magazine stands around the whole south west coast, which is a very interesting way to explore. I am so accustomed to seeing the world through the eyes of a tourist, that camping and taking dodgy side roads was almost natural. I have the most amazing photos of a stop that we took investigating an ostrich farm. Again, almost more interested in us as we were in them. We camped in the misty cold in Witsand, and in the surfer friendly Vic(toria) Bay. The nice weather is of course following my ass around. We spend most of the conversation comparing life in the US to life in South Africa, which is quite a change from the Aussie and Americans that I meet along the road. Last night I watched him cook like a barbeque champ. I originally confused braai with barbeque, but to braai in South Africa is equivalent to barbequeing with the seriousness of the Fourth of July in the states. They take is all quite seriously. He cooked pork and baked onions and potatoes wrapped in foil. I have learned such key South African/Afrikaans words like bakkie (truck), hoot (horn), robot (traffic light), and about the etiquette of hitching a ride with a minibus, or a random traveller. Aparently, every region has its own hand signals. Justin slaps the top of a closed fist to hitchhikers to indicate he's not available. I am perfecting my knowledge of the infamous South Africans. To be continued....