SPITTOON

Here's a random thought.. well l not so random for me, but actually disgusting, SPITTOONS. Oh my goodness that is probably the worst thing ever. I can handle blood, puke (with my fare share of gaging), shit (also gaging), but saliva Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I just want to hurl whenever i see it. So for me cleaning out a spittoon is the worst part of my day. If people empty their glasses into it, that's fine, but if they spit!!! Those little pieces of cracker floating in there and those darker stringy bits of spits, made darker by the tannins stuck to it. Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!! Probably shouldn't work in a tasting room if this grosses you out, but what else is there. The sacrifices we make just to be near wine.
You know they say that if you smile, it works against the gaging reflex. So you'll see me cleaning a spittoon, but smiling while doing it. Yeah, I must look like the happiest person in the world.
Nothing more to do than sucking it up and smiling. !!! hahahaha

proes

Vandag voel ek soos 'n opgekoude, herkoude slaaiblaar. Dun, bewerig en nat. Ja, die hartseer feit is dat ek is besig om 'n griepie af te skud. En dan moet ek nog werk ook. Dit sou als oraait gewees het, as hier actually iets was om te doen !!!! MAAR, hier gan niks an by die werk nie. Ek sit en doen boggerol, ek kon veel eerder by die huis gewees het en lekker in die bed herstel het. Nou is ek die enigste een in die proelokaal vandag so ek kannie eens huis toe nie. DIT SUCK.!!! Ek hoop net dat teen moreaand die siekte my verlaat het, want ek wil gan kuier by skapie.

hoes, proes
arriwarri

NAMIBIA

NA.MEEEEEEB.iJA

Dit voel of jy face first van duin7 afval en hele landskap hervorm tewyl jy die helfte van die duin in jou mond tot by die voet van die duin vat. Maar dis lekka. Nou jy dink seker, waarvan praat hierdie kind - as jy skapie is, sit jy nou agteroor en herleef daardie wonderlike aand toe die nameeeeebija gebore is.

Nogsteeds in die duister ???? Sorry. Die wonderlike beskrywing wat sommige mense as "wild" sal beskryf en geen begeerte sal hê om ooit te beleef nie, is inderdaad, die beskrywing van die nasmaak van die nameeeeeebija.

Ek en skapie het die aand avontuurlustig, nie lustig (duits) nie, gevoel en die barcounter genader. Met geen idee wat ons wil hê nie, vra ons die gawe meneer om vir ons 'n "shot" te maak. En wat sal jy raai, hy sê hy kannie, oftewel hy mag nie. Daar sit ons sak en as, baie bedroef. Die volgende oomblik dring 'n engele stem ons bubble van selfbejammering en vra wat ons wil hê. Weereens gooi ons die charm aan en gee die grootste glimlag ooit. Ons plaas toe die versoek en sal jy nou meer, hy sê toe hy kan. Verjeug ryg ons die verskillende dranksoorte in, wat ons in die shot soek - neem natuurlik glad nie in ag dat daar net 25ml in so 'n glasie kan gan nie.

Ons wou iets maak wat die kleure van die woestyn, met die son wat agter die golwe sak illustreer. Die rooi van die son was aftershock, dan amarula vir die woestynsand. Dan kom die groen, rooi en blou zappa - wat die son, welwitchias en die see voorstel. En dan om als af te rond kom daar cream bo-op. Maggies, ma dit klink so lekker!!!! Wel 1,2,3 toe gan die shot by die keel af en die koeël is deur die kerk. Die sneller getrek en die mossie is dood. Jy hoef nie te verstaan wat ek hier bedoel nie, weet net dat dit hakken lekker.
Skapie kon genoeg van dit kry nie en nou elke keer as ons uitgaan is dit nameeeeebija-tyd.
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!! die vreugdes van alkohol.

Piece of my mind

Finally things are in motion. I was starting to worry myself that I won't get started and end up not going to the USA. Let me tell you, this isn't all that much fun, it's a truck load of paperwork that needs to get done. The other day I had to write an autobiography. Putting my life on paper like that made my life seem so dull up to here. It seems dull, but living it has been fun, but don't get me wrong it has had bad times too, times i don't ever want to experience again. But history won't just let you be, it has the nasty habit of repeating itself. And history usually wasn't picnics and bunny rabbits, but WAR !!!
But looking forward and pushing the fear of history out of my mind, I can't help but feel hopeful. There is something in my mind that tells me, expect to enjoy life. I get this feeling that I'm going to have a wonderful life. Now; every body's opinion about what a wonderful life is, will be different, and my idea of a good life won't be all candyfloss and merry-go-rounds. I will have challenges, but i will succeed, I will have great friends, I will meet a man, he will be my best friend and we will marry. He won't always be wonderful, he'll sometimes break my heart, but he will always try and heal it again. Me and my family are currently going through a difficult time, to be honest i don't know when we weren't going through one. But someday it will end, maybe when we don't see each other every day.
And of course the wine won't be far behind. Good wine, will make my life good, but only as good as the people I enjoy it with.

WARWICK WINE ESTATE

Currently you'll find me working at Warwick, in the Simonsberg district of the Stellenbosch wine region. 110 hectares of vineyards, 65 working and a quaint little cellar, but don't let size fool you. In south Africa small can be a good thing, but then you need quality. If that this small farm has an abundance of and they don't mind sharing their exquisite wines with a appreciative wine community. Most of the people that visit this winery, nestled between hills covered in vineyards, have heard great and many promising things. And it feels good to meet and fulfill and sometimes exceed their expectations. I know my job is to sell the wine and present it in such a way that people won't for get the wine or the name and will go and tell their friends. See that's our biggest angle - connecting with the people and giving close to perfect service.

At the end of the day, I don't smile 'cause I sold wine to people. I smile 'cause I know that those people will share in a passion of mine, wine. It's not about the money, but maybe it should be, but for me, I just want people to appreciate, enjoy and when they take that first sip of wine - not be thinking of me, or the price of the bottle but be looking into the eyes of a friend, lover or a scenery that will take their breath away.

I sometimes wish I could give my heart to people, so they may feel the joy and pleasure and love I feel when ever I drink wine. I want people to love wine the way I do.