Depression started to hit as I drove back from Sun City to Johannesburg.
Reality Bites.
This was the last night with the golfers.
Time had passed too quickly.
I wished they could stay on longer....
We arrived back at Johannesburg round about 1900 hours - I think. Being the last night in SA, of course AA wanted to end it with another wine and dine session. To mark the completion of the holiday, we decided to dine at Sandton again - the place we had dinner on their first night in SA.
TWG was keen on having grill but as usual, AA had other plans. In a not-so-discreet manner, she attempted to 'oblige' TWG's suggestion. But it was clear for all to see she was far from keen. I was overstuffed from all that nonsensical food sharing that I was disinterested in having a feast. ME was still not feeling well enough to eat. Speedy was happy to go with whatever. So where did we end up? At this mediterranean restaurant on mezzanine level.
AA was happy.
Thus again, it was AA with her usual 'share-share' and ordered her favourite dishes. I did not do so well to contain my irritation this time and I am sure it showed. I had hit the ultimate point of disgust with food. I never thought I would actually shudder at the thought of eating.
There were no convalescent food available for ME to consume, so I proposed to bring her to my favourite Chinese restaurant to get some takeaway soup. As luck would have it, the restaurant had either closed down or moved, but I had no idea where! Poor ME.
To save me from my trauma of having to eat all that food, ME agreed to share my dinner with me. She was my saving grace.
We went back to the restaurant to rejoin the rest of the golfers. Dinner was quiet. I guess everyone was tired from the eventful day of Safari and golf.
And that was the last night in SA.
Quiet Dinner.
Wine.
Home.
Zzzzzzzzz-land.
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