Suicide

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When we met them the day after over early dinner, they had a lot of stories to tell. I felt transported into a Hunter Thompson novel…
The night before they had gotten completely inebriated and thrown their clothes out of the (12th-story) window, thereby losing several items, so Beavis was wearing flip-flops at least four sizes too small, since he had only brought one pair of shoes which now was gone.
Then they had run all around the hotel naked and somehow managed to shove a bed into the elevator and send it down to the lobby. This day they had spent at the Aquarium, where during snorkeling, they had exposed themselves to the visitors. (The snorkeling takes place in the same pool, whose big windows allow the viewing of the exotic fishes).
Now Beavis and Butthead were having tequila suicides in Alex’s honor, meaning they snorted some salt, sprayed lemon juice into their eyes and then downed a shot of tequila.
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We were in hysterics but decided to leave as everybody started to drink the 5 shots of variegated liquor they had ordered for themselves…
On their last day in town we rented scooters and drove out to Umhlanga to meet them for a swim in the pool and a goodbye braii – that’s South African for barbecue. Also, while out there we briefly met up with Garth’s sister who lived in the area and for whom we a parcel from her brother. She was very sweet and offered us to stay at her house or at least come to dinner, but we never took her up on it, because we never made it out to Umhlanga again. The louts were all a bit tired from the excesses of the last few days, so the braii was a friendly, subdued affair. The drive home along the beach in the dark was beautiful and thankfully much faster than the way out had been. Strange how that happens…

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