Klein Libertas. Jack Parow. Skip-Hop Pop Skop. Dans dans dans...fokken fokken dans. Parow, gooi-ed it to the hi-teck beats of the miami-heat-style dj. Hunter made a cameo appearance for a song. We (Me, Tecla, Ian aka Jacqueline, Alice, Stefan) rapped along to the romantiese afrikaans superster rapper. Hepa. Ian learnt some more afrikaans by way of song lyrics. The sky got darker, the stars fizzed like effervescent bubbles in our 2l branna and coke mix.
Then walking across the memorial field, haloed by brandy-coloured lights, hopping fences into Terrace and passing around the 2l bottle. Watching the stars fade, driving back to towards the city then detouring to Plattekloof for one last party. "Are you near houses that look the same?" Strange question in a maze of identical architecture. Finally a man on a motorbike picked us up from a disused service station. When we arrived at the last-house-party-before-home, Parow was playing on the cd player. Full circle like the harvest moon. Hos ja.
