It speaks volumes that people fly in from all over the world to get married in Cape Town.Not a shabby place this. Turn in any direction and BAM, there’s another view, another vineyard, another beach, another hidden gem. Add to that the fact that family, friends and other guests also wing it halfway across the world to visit our shores and you begin to understand the esteem Cape Town is held in. I often speak to guests at weddings about their experiences here and to a man they cannot speak highly enough of our city, our service, our food, people, and, and, and…
But now hang on a moment. Enough about Cape Town. A heap of Romy and Bren’s family and friends had flown in from yup, New Zealand – home to the yup, Kiwi. The All Blacks, bless their cotton socks. And yup, we were gently reminded during Brendan’s texasgoldengirl.com/yasmin/ dad’s speech at The Roundhouse of their prowess on the rugby field. It’s hard to keep the camera steady when this happens I can tell you, but professional face forward it is, especially under said enemy fire. But I mean come on, it’s only a game after all. Isn’t it? Anyway, there’s always another World Cup soon enough to set the record straight. Hopefully. By then Romy and Brendan will have been married for two years and maybe, just maybe they’ll come back for a visit with a little chap in tow. That’s when I’ll present them with a Springbok Rugby jersey for the young man, take a photograph of him in it, frame it, and send it back to grandad. Heck, it’s the least we can do! Fine wedding, with a ton of laughter, jokes and goodwill. Love to you guys. Now, let’s do the Haka!
