according to my brother #2's travel journal(YES, he keeps one), he pee-ed in his pants today. it was 0625 hours.

hmmm... today was the day we received the news that the train, the Shongololo Express, we came to south africa for had been cancelled. we were suppose to board the train the following day. jolly good dammit. well, i dont know what i was feeling at that time. maybe a bit of shock and urm... shock. i wasnt as traumatised as some of the others though. in fact, i think my brother #1 was maybe even indifferent when mum told him about it. my bro #3 wasnt particularly affected. i dont think a 6-year-old would understand what was happening. as for the others... well, dad started cursing and saying how such a thing could even occur. mum was at her wit's end. bro #2 cried (no surprise, actually).

everyone started to go into siao lang mode.

me: went online and had a chat with my cousin in KL. (siao, right?)

bro #1: waited for his turn behind me.

bro #2: cried.

bro #3: somewhere... i think he was outside in the park, adjacent to the lodge, with dad.

mum: called the travel agency in KL, called the train representatives, didnt know what to do, kelam-kebut, almost lost her mind.

dad: cursed and then went out to the park with bro #3. lol

host: (european accent)(to mum) OH DEAR! how dreadful! do ask for my assistance should you require any. dont worry, dear! i'll help with your new arrangements...

mum decided that we should take a private tour in the end but what we were gonna do, where we were gonna go/stay etc hadnt been decided yet. what else could we have done? pack our bags and fly back to malaysia? HAHAHAHAHA. if we did, i would have gotten back just in time for my 2nd semester test which i would fail miserably because i didnt study at all BECAUSE we were going to south africa.

i think all that happened right after breakfast. the breakfast was your typical english breakfast with eggs, bacon and sausages. yummy. they cook it for you, right out of the kitchen, piping hot. anyways, after i was done using the internet, i went outside to the park. it was a sunny day, nice but still cold with table mountain in the background. there were no clouds at all. in the park, my brothers and i went around enjoying ourselves (went around chasing birds). it's not like we had anything else to do... dad was snapping photos and my mum was still inside panicking and deciding on our next move.

okay, so after the private tour decision was made, we went to the V&A waterfront again. we had lunch at quay four seafood brasserie (alfresco once again). and over there, instead of flies, you have seagulls swooping over your head everywhere, trying to get to your food. a very interesting change for once, but still as annoying as the flies back home. even worse was the fact that you could die having them spill the contents of their asses on your food and you. bro #3 had a fun time trying to scare them (quite pointless as the birds weren't scared at all, well, unless you flung a barbeque pit at them). the food wasnt as nice as yesterday's. it was too rich and very gelak.

for dessert, we went to haagen dazs and tried out the ice cream flavours not available in malaysia. bro#2 didnt finish his. silly... after that we went shopping at the Victoria Wharf Shopping Centre. all my brothers got pairs of shoes from timberland there. quite cheap so dad splurged. i didnt get anything... well, i wanted to enter the lacoste outlet but mum didnt let me. boohoo. she said the stuff there were too expensive. urm, hello? material boy here! haha... seriously.

we had hamburgers and the sort for dinner. the place was called dodge city. i heard that it was one of the more popular fastfood joints in south africa, well known for their "decadent selection of gelatos", italian ice cream. well, the person taking our order had such a heavy south african accent, my mum struggled to understand what she was blabbing about. she got annoyed, my mum got annoyed, everyone waiting in line got annoyed. finally, after an eternity of cavemen hand gestures and mythical amazonian flares and glares, we got to eat. the food was comme ci, comme ça la...

on the way back in the taxi, i told my mum i hoped that the towel i used this morning was dry already. i said i put it on the electronic heater thingy so it would dry faster. my parents imploded. turns out nothing should be put on the heater thing. they blared their horn right at me.

i made a face, but not before i looked out the window in the the direction of our lodge, looking out for any trace of smoke from the fire that should be engulfing the place. i was kinda horrified at the possibilty of that happening.

but of course, nothing of that sort happened. thank the housekeeper! lol