Heeltemal Tweetaalige

I am no chef but I can scout a recipe for disaster if need be. How about this? Twenty six rugby players stroke students plus a management team of 4 god-like officials spending 6 Nights and 7 days in what can only be called the 'New York' of the North West Province...

I am no stranger to the FNB Top 8 Superbowl but as an English speaking dude in Potchefstroom I felt stranger than a World Cup Trophy in an SA cabinet. Thankfully I was armed with 29 other men of anglo descent and we put our cynicism of Afrikaans culture aside and got heavily involved…

The week was one long ripper and an experience we will sweep under the tour carpet forever. The rugby side of things wasn’t our best. Besides an epic first game which we stupidly coughed up we never played anything even resembling good rugby and comfortably took up the last position of the 8 storey podium. Off the field? The guys were rockstars…

Thankfully we could take the same side for the next 3 years and only lose 1 or 2 players and although youthful exubruance counts for zero on the scoreboard it counts volumes on the dancefloor.

Watching these young guns in action I realized that spading a meisie is a far cry from letting a girl be visually intimate you in a civilized part of the country. These guys realized very quickly that they needed to adapt to get their point across to die meisies.

Unshaven and sporting eloquent Afrikaans saying the girls were no match and many a boy is now praying that his team mates stick to the ‘what goes on tour’ adage.

2^nd place: “Ek is nie ‘n wolf nie, maar heeeeeeellllllooooooo!”
1^st place: How do I say in afrikaans, dat ek is life vir jou?