This story may be fictitious and therefore responsibility cannot rest by the author. It is open to scrutiny as to which sections are fictitious and which are not. The author cannot take responsibility but can only notate that which he sees and experiences.
The events portrayed here occurred during the early 2005 period. Should it be earlier or later does not change the circumstances whatsoever.
The author and his family travelled to Namibia on vacation as they had, well in advance, reserved lodgings in a lodge close to the sea between Swakopmund and Walvis bay. The prepaid account topped several thousand Rand and was paid in advance. On arrival after a tortuous trip from South Africa the persons in question were informed by the lodge that they were not welcome at the lodge because an American celebrity and his wife had paid for the entire lodge in advance under conditions that only he, his wife and a sibling “on the way” the author demanded his money back but was reminded that under the terms and conditions, he was not entitled to a refund. Security guards escorted the author and his wife out of the vacation complex. There was talk of legal action being taken against the lodge owner. The author hired a large 6 berth caravan to accommodate his family and had it set up a few hundred metres from the lodge. The American celebrity was a rather friendly guy and often came over to visit the author. He must have been pretty rich to insist on paying for the caravan hire and the inconvenience of the author and his family. Coming home from Illinois, lock the front door open, toot, toot, toot looking out of my back door. Memories are elephants blah, blah blah,The author tried to teach the American how to fish and caste his hook, line, and sinker far into the ocean but alas the American was not into the fishing scene but would rather partake of the hemp he had brought with him. Here hemp does not mean shirt.: Toot, toot, toot, look-in out of my back door. Catch the shark and open it cutting it to pieces, trim the fin and leave it on the beach.
The author and celebrity became best friends: they used to drink deep into the night and never got drunk to the extent that the bottles were simply caste out of the back door(Of the caravan) Now and again a seal was hit on the head. And so this idyllicVacation progressed week after week and the two bonded a firm relationship. After some time the population of the world and that particular area increased by a significant 1 person. The mother was wild with happiness while the dad was sad because his finely tuned social habits were rent asunder. The population of the towns on either side of the celebrity were unhappy because their holidays were screwed too. Lock the front door open, toot, toot ,toot look-in out of my back door. Coming home from Illinois……
Now ladies, gentlemen, losers and users if you think there is a glimmer of light in this article then you must first differentiate between truth and reality. Often reality is much greater than truth because truth has become a beating stick for liars and charlatans. The truth layered with lies is not its salt worth.
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