(words by Malcolm Schutte) The weekend started off with a super-bangalanger. Got some big and exilirating caves. poerp. While collecting fire stixx. We came accross Hanna-Min-Tande. She was stoked to see signs of life and stank like a bietjie ricky louw. We popped some deoderant. Justino and Wernerarama joined us for a choppie oppie vuur. We slept to the sound of large waves crashing accross the shore. Woke up and it was kooking.
Marcel gunning it
E.T phone home