Trip report: Southern Africa

hey Steve & Sally,
thanks so much for this GREAT and absolutley INTERESTING trip report !!! :)
Cheers
Felix

Day 16: Sunday - Kirstenbosch Gardens

We had a relaxing lie-in this morning and a nice breakfast in the hotel, though as ever there wasn't much Sally could eat.

I wandered out in search of a supermarket to find a newspaper and a new plastic bowl. We had accidentally melted a hole in the one supplied in the camper.

I walked down to the rocky shore where I could see our hotel and Lions Head looming above. Sally said she waved to me, but I didn't see her.



Another expedition truck at Seapoint:





By the time I returned Sally was ready for the day ahead - she had been enjoying the luxury of a nice hotel room and warned me that she didn't want to spend 8 hours sitting in a 4x4 today. so I decided we should do some gentle things.



So first we drove back to Hout Bay. I had been on the beach there five years earlier, but not seen the fishing village. It was on the beach that I realised I had lost my handheld GPS, but thankfully the companies travel insurance replaced it. The replacement was now worn out and could only be powered on and off by forcing the car keys into the power button on the top - so I could have done with losing that replacement one as well!





The harbour was nice. A guy sat feeding a seal bits of fish - it darted around below him.



From there we drove over Constantia Nek around to the east side of Table Mountain - to Kirstenbosch Gardens, the national botanical gardens. We got one of the last car parking spaces in the overflow car park - I'd never seen it so busy. But they do have evening concerts in the summer and many had turned up with a picnic to spend the entire day.







The tree-top walk way gave a good view towards the back of Table Mountain - the Maclear's Beacon end - where we had climbed to yesterday. The previous time I had climbed there I had taken Skeleton Gorge from these botanical gardens.









From Kirstenbosch we drove a bit further along the mountain towards the centre of Cape Town and visited the Rhodes memorial:





Then back to the hotel for a rest in the afternoon sun. We checked out the pool down on the 6th floor:



For once I had booked a restaurant table. Again a restaurant I have used before, but on the Atlantic coast north of the city centre - on Woodbridge Island, actually adjoined to the golf club.

The location offers a great view of Table mountain and the sunset, and as you eat you can watch the sun go down and the lights come on in the city and waterfront.



However, by now Sally was feeling fairly unwell from the infection that was building up in her arm. The restaurant had a nice open balcony you could eat on, but Sally didn't want to sit in the breeze so we sat inside. You could still see the view though, and since I had seen it before several times it was more about what Sally wanted than what I wanted (as was the last few days, since we were visiting places I knew well).



Heading home tomorrow...

Day 15: Saturday - Table Mountain

We've been sneaking up on Cape Town and Table Mountain for the last few days, circling around getting closer and closer. I'm not sure if Sally knew how close we had been to Cape Town the last few days, but I was attempting to make a dramatic entrance to a city, revealing its features a bit at a time.



We took the Chapmans Peak toll road, which being a weekend was rammed with bicycles. Cape Towners do like their exercise, and have a great backdrop to do it in front of.



The other side of Hout Bay it was possible to see the wreck of the French derrick barge BOS400:



From here we proceeded to the top of Camps Bay and up to Kloof Nek, the pass overlooking Cape Town. We turned left towards Signal Hill. I had intended to hike up Lions Head. It is lower than Table Mountain and has the big benefit that compared to Table Mountain, you can actually see the latter from its peak. It is a bit of a scramble and there are some ladders, but it is a lovely climb. However, where I expected there to be a half dozen cars parked along the road by its access path, there were about 300. It was clear that everyone and their grandmother had chosen this day to climb Lions Head. We drove onto Signal Hill to contemplate our options. A quick circle around the car park and we headed back towards Kloof Nek, stopping to admire the view and decide what to do now - the view was pretty good:



Interestingly the parking below the mountain looked quiet, and for once it wasn't covered in cloud. "Why don't we climb the mountain?" Sally asked. No reason really, and it would give me a chance to try a route I'd not used before - albeit the route that most people who don't use the cable car start on - the Platteklip Gorge route:



We were not alone on the hike - there were many young people doing it too. This brought out Sally's competitive streak and she rushed ahead, determined to pass them. I stayed at my steady speed. I know not to get too hot and dehydrated. I've made that mistake before. There were strange noises echoing around the gorge. 3/4 the way up I spotted the source. A guy standing on a ledge playing the flute.

Once we reached the plateau we turned left. From here you can see the line of the mountains extending down to Cape Point. We had driven down one side of this (on the left) and up the other over the course of 2 days.



We finally reached the summit - which is actually Maclear's Beacon. It is only about 16 meters higher than at the cable-car station end, where all the tourists are, but it did afford views across the Cape Flats looking back towards Franschhoek.



I had climbed up to this point before, but from the other side of the mountain - and annoyingly at the time it was in the cloud. Today was good visibility - you could see for miles up the coast:



Heading back towards the top of Platteklip Gorge we took a different route. This was marked with warnings signs saying "Dangerous in wind and poor visibility" - I could see why:





To save our legs we decided to descend by the cable car from the other end of the mountain. This revolves so that wherever you stand you get to see the whole panorama as you descend. Though not everyone seems to understand this. I've been on it before when a oriental woman gripped firmly onto the inside edge of the car and as the floor rotated she walked around looking confused, knocking into surprised people who were standing still minding their own business.

Of course now we were at the other end of the mountain and in fact the cable car heads in the opposite direction from our car. From the lower station we climbed down onto a lower track to avoid walking along the road:



Back at the camper I set the GPS for our hotel. I had booked the last 2 nights in a hotel on the coast so we could relax and get everything sorted. Proper showers, proper beds, proper toilets.

There had been a fair bit of discussion about parking and height restrictions. When we arrived the door men / concierge were very helpful. You might expect that being used to people turning up in Jaguars and BMWs, they might turn their noses up at a dirty couple turn up in a mud and cow-muck covered 4x4 with a greasy winch cable wrapped around the bull bar. In fact, just like when we arrived in Marrakech in the truck camper, the door men loved it. It did get some disapproving looks from some of the guests.

Built on a cliff in Bantry Bay, the hotel was in a sense upside down. The reception was at the top and the floors were numbered going downwards as you descended down the cliff face - i.e. 6 was the lowest floor. We had a room on the 1st floor, just below the restaurant and reception. This gave us the best views and meant it was quick getting out:



From the hotel room window:





We had a very nice shower each, a bit of a lie on the bed, and then got ourselves tidied up to go down to Camps Bay for a meal.



Of course, now we looked completely wrong - climbing out of a muddy expedition vehicle dressed in our smart evening clothes.

Camps Bay is an ideal place to go for 'sun-downers'. Nothing like sitting there with a Mojito and while watching the sun set. The only thing is - it is a bit windy, and today it was extremely windy.

I chose an Italian restaurant I had used before. Again, without booking on a weekend we were taking a risk, but we got the last table:





Being in the Cape region I feel it is only right to have a couple of glasses of wine, so I let Sally drive back :W

The hotel has an apartment complex across the road with a vodka bar on the 2nd floor, so we drop in for a cocktail or two:



Finally the luxury of a comfortable bed, although the sea is still very noisy all night as big surf pummels the rocks 6 floors below us.

Stay tuned for more around Cape Town...

Day 14: Friday - The Cape

I allowed us the luxury of laying in bed a bit longer this morning.

Leaving the campground the roadside opposite was full of emergency vehicles. It soon became clear there was a forest fire in the hills above Franschhoek:



Luckily we were heading in the opposite direction.



Once we were on the move Sally asked if we could visit the penguins at Betty's Bay. This was not in the direction I was intending to go, so would be a considerable detour. I said we would see, and we headed out in the direction of Sommerset West on the coast of False Bay.

However, being a work day the traffic was very heavy in Stellenbosch and by the time we got to see the sea, we had to re-evaluate:



It took ages to get down to the edge of False Bay, so we turned right instead of left - there were plenty of penguins to be seen on the Cape itself.







Further along the coast we turned onto Baden Powell drive that runs between the beach on one side and the southern most townships of the Cape Flats on the other - a world away from the luxury beach apartments - the two halves of the Cape:



At Strandfontein the beach road had disappeared:



We stopped for a cup of tea. Below us a group of people were taking part in a ceremony. I couldn't determine exactly what, but it seemed some of them were dressed in period clothing:



This sign turned out to be right:



As the owner of a 2-wheel-drive pickup-truck found. The whole road was covered in soft sand, so I thought I would stay on the tarmac and try out the winch, since I had gone to all the effort of re-spooling it correctly.



I wasn't too sure if the free spool was working, so I spooled it out using the hand controller. It got 1/4 of the way out and the soledoid started clicking on and off. I tried re-seating the controller unit, but it didn't make any difference. So I tried free-spool and manually spooled the cable out. I ran short of cable, so I had to drive forward onto the soft sand. The pick-up owner hooked it up, but when I went to winch in nothing happened.

I had a few turns around the winch drum, and this was only a light recovery, so I decided the winch brake could do its job, engaged front and rear diff locks and low ratio, and gently pulled him out in reverse - note this is not best practice though - towing someone with a winch cable, and I wouldn't do it with a vehicle bogged in mud or up to its axles in sand. So now I had 100ft of winch cable on the ground. No choice but to just wind it around the winch bumper.

Difficult to believe I was doing a winch recovery just outside a major city centre.

In Muisenberg there were major road works. We sat for 20 minutes, with me getting more and more frustrated. In the end I decided to turn around and take the top road that runs parallel, but part way up the mountain. This was fine, but we found ourselves behind a couple of tourists in a small rental car who not only weren't sure where to go (you can't blame them for that), but who weren't really concentrating either. All along this route are numerous traffic lights, or robots as the South Africans call them. At each robot she happened to be the first vehicle, but when the light went green just sat there, looking out the window. Literally at every traffic light I had to lean on the horn to get her to move because she was looking at the view. This was a working day, so although this couple may have been on vacation the people behind us had to deliver goods, attend meetings, etc. So at each traffic light, instead of 5 vehicles getting through before it went red again, only 2 went through. After about 5 such traffic lights I cut her up and left her to be someone else's problem.

A bit further around the coast the middle-class beaches became evident - notice the clearly valuable sea-view properties in the background:



We proceeded to Simons Town. We didn't stop directly there (it is quite a nice little fishing town with decent restaurants, plus the South African Navy (what there is of it) are based there. Instead we pulled in just afterwards and headed for a small park on the coast where the penguins live:









We weren't there very long - there are only so many penguins I can do. We headed further around the coast towards the actual Cape of Good Hope.





We pulled into the park that takes up the bottom part of the cape:



It was clearly a day for it - the guy in front appeared to be a tour guide and was sat there in the lane for vehicles > 2.2m high, for about 10 minutes as he seemed to chat to the gate attendant. When our turn it took us 30 seconds to pay.

We headed for the far end and the lighthouse. It was quite busy there. There is a funicular railway that heads up from the car park to the light house, but we needed the exercise and walked, though it was getting fairly warm at around 30 C.



There were lots of other people crowding around the small space at the lighthouse wielding their selfy-sticks. We dropped out of the crowds and headed for a side track I knew of that headed towards the old lighthouse below. The above photo was taken on that path.

There are signs of WWII fortifications here:



From the end of the path the lower lighthouse can be seen. Next stop Antarctica:



I asked if Sally wanted to go to the actual Cape Point around the corner. However it was clear it would be busy there as well, so we headed back north and found another turn-off, from which we could see Cape Point in the distance, but which was almost deserted:



Everyone else was doing it, so I thought I'd have a go at one of them there selfie things:



Time was ticking away and I was aware that 1) it was now the weekend, 2) it was summer, 3) we were just outside of a major city, 4) we had no campground booked and 5) the campground yesterday reported being fully booked for tonight, so was that that typical of other campgrounds in the region?

I decided that having left the park we would check out all the campgrounds we could on the way up the coast and not be too picky. The GPS showed one at Scarborough, but on the ground there was no sign of it. The next campground marked was also along the coast, but down a road I hadn't driven before. We turned down and found security. I assumed the GPS was wrong, but asked anyway - "Oh yes, we have camping - come through and go into the office there"

It turned out they had plenty of camping, right by the sea:





The view from the our site:







The iron bolted together lighthouse:





The only fly in the ointment was the family who was next but one to us in the campground. They parked up one of their cars and were using it as a stereo system. Sally had words with the security guys who came around to check everything was OK.



This would be our last night of camping.

Stay tuned for Table Mountain...

Day 13: Thursday - Winelands

It was a lovely cool morning:





We headed back onto R62 - the alternative inland route to the busy N2 coast road. Immediately on the left was this establishment - I'd heard people talk about it before:

Ronnies erm, naugthy shop

It is a bar, and allegedly friends painted the S word between the words Ronnies and Shop as a prank.



This alternate route twists through the distorted rock showing the power of plate tectonics.



Now we descended finally into the cape Winelands of the Western Cape region. Vineyards began to appear with their distinctive white houses:



In Robertson the wine industry was evident everywhere. Workers amongst the vines picked into small plastic crates; Tractors towed trailers of grapes from smaller vineyards; Trucks with tipper bodies carried grapes from the big wine estates. The air was sweet with the scent of wine:







This warning sign was a bit late for our trip:



Now we have reached a milestone. We started the journey driving roads around Johannesburg familiar to me from my many trips there. As we pulled onto the R43 we were now driving roads I have driven during trips to Cape Town, joining two destinations at either ends of the country I had only ever flown directly to.

From now on I have the advantage that I am not planning the trip based upon research, but based upon my previous experiences, and I can take Sally to places I know she will like. The first is a route over the pass above Franschhoek which I have done a couple of times:



I chose this route into the Western Cape region as the view from the top gives you a great introduction to the region - coming over this pass you feel you have finally arrived:



We descend into Franschhoek and park at the Huguenot Monument - a monument for French protestant settlers who arrived in the Cape starting in 1671. This explains why amongst the African and Dutch surnames, there are quite a number of French names as well in the Cape.





From there we walked into the little town itself. It is a lovely place full of art galleries and restaurants:



Of course, these restaurants cannot be ignored:



It would have been a dereliction of my duties to fail to visit a wine estate. There are hundreds around the area, but I felt that Boschendal would be a good one to see, partly due to its classic Dutch farm house and its history as part of the estate of the ever-present Cecil Rhodes:







Of course these estates make a lot of money from not only selling wines wholesale, but also through paid tours, souvenirs, their restaurants and cafes (they have done a good job of diversification in order to maximize their incomes) and of course selling crates of wine to visitors.

We went to the wine tasting area. Many wine estates have a wine tasting area and, knowing it is mainly tourists drinking, they levy a small charge to cover the costs. Boschendal did not, but when the young lady came out she handed us a 'menu' of wines. However, this was more of an order form than a menu and assumed you were buying at least a case of wine for export, and although no more expensive than wine I buy at home, I had no intention of buying a whole case from here just for the sake of it. I therefore didn't want to sample wine under false pretences. So I told the lady, but she said "no problem, you don't have to buy, just let me know which wine you would like to taste". So Sally tried a sparkling rose (about $35 per bottle) and I tried a Chardonnay (about $20 per bottle). It was lovely sitting there sampling wine, but one of us still had to drive.



Near Franschhoek is Victor Verster prison. This is where Nelson Mandela was moved to in 1988 for just over a year at the end of his time in prison (he had lived in prisons as a political prisoner continuously since the early '60s). Here he was housed in a villa with a private cook, a huge change from the tiny cell he had inhabited for decades on Robben Island, but it allowed a location where the government could hold discussions and negotiations with him on the road to the ending of apartheid and free elections.



Backing onto the prison was a large campground, with a strange fake windmill at its entrance:



This campground was pretty expensive. The receptionist said they were fully booked tomorrow, which made me worried about finding another campground to stay in tomorrow, since we hadn't booked anywhere.



The campground was large and maybe 30% occupied. However the campground only took up a small proportion of a large site, the rest of which had trailer homes and vacation chalets. There was a large swimming pool, but no-one was in it.

Strangely we were given an RF ID tag (against a $30 deposit) to open the bathrooms. They have clearly had problems in the past - having to have the bathrooms secured by an electronically controlled iron railings. Inside was nice and clean, but the individual toilet cubicles lacked toilet paper. Instead they had a central dispenser by the entrance - so unless you brought your own paper you would have to estimate the amount you needed and pull off a suitable handful before entering a cubicle.

Exploring the site I saw this nice early Land Cruiser camper:



Stay tuned for the Cape...

Wow! This as become one of the most interesting trip reports on this forum. My hat is off to you both...just marvelous.

Thank you,

Travelon

PS. Hope Sally is doing well after her bout with the insect.

Day 12: Wednesday - Klein Karoo

A family in a pick-up truck arrived late last night. I heard them hammering and making a lot of noise late into the evening. This morning I could see the idiots had hammered a tent peg into the wooden divider the park had installed between camp sites. I guess we have moved away from the sort of isolated places only camped in by experienced and responsible overland travellers, and are getting into the type of place popular among families who are less bothered about their behaviour - those who are just looking for a cheap weekend away where they can drink and play music because, "hey, I'm on vacation".



Sally is limping a bit this morning. She has bad ankles anyway (the specialists don't know why and injections haven't helped), but unfortunately she jumped out of the back of the camper last night and hit her ankle on the tow hitch.

Just up the road is a Bungee jumping site - you can jump from a scenic bridge the N2 crosses:



Sally originally planned to do a bungee jump here, however with her bad ankles she decided this would be tempting fate.

You can see we are now in dense tourist territory. The souvineers have started appearing en masse:



We passed a police check on the other side of the road - seemed to be some random check of drivers. The N2 can be a dangerous road - not due to hijacking or anything impressive like that, but just poor driving. We were passed by a Pajero (size of a Ford Explorer) towing a huge RIB - the type used to take maybe 20 tourists at a time out on the water. It was clearly doing well over 120km/h, which given the small size of tow vehicle compared to trailer seemed pretty reckless.





You can ride a steam train along this coast - the Outeniqua Choo Choo. We stopped just before George to look at the causeway where it crosses the river. The pull in where you can stop and look at this is right on a corner on a 4-lane highway. Everyone is driving fast, so slowing and trying to pull in is risky. Not helped by a guy in a Mercedes who was attempting to reverse out of a parking spot and took 5 minutes to do so, leaving my tail almost sticking into the fast traffic.





We drive through George without stopping, seeing only the car dealerships and supermarkets on the edge of town. On the other side we pull off the highway just before it starts to climb onto the plateau and pull onto the old Montagu Pass dirt road. Nice to be able to travel at a slower pace for an hour, and stop somewhere quiet for a cup of tea.



As we travel inland it gets hotter and drier. Soon it is like Spain, and how I imagine much of Mexico to be:



Frankly it is getting too hot and dusty. I have a campground marked on my GPS - it says it is a spa. We drive a few km up a dusty dirt road - our car raising clouds of dust as it passes. The Spa is in fact what it says. It has self-catering chalets which are occupied, and an empty campground. It appears to be run by a bunch of white middle-aged women - it looks like inspiration for some British comedy movie.

We select a site close enough to the bathrooms for convenience, but not too close to the construction workers who are making a long job out of tamping down some hard-core which I guess they will later pour concrete on.



I was expecting Sally to have a serious sense of humour failure at having to camp in this hot, dry, dusty, windy place, but their swimming pool came to my rescue:



As did their two thermal baths - now that is more my type of swimming: floating around in lovely hot water.

Sally spent a lot of time swimming, which hurt her ankle again. I spent a lot of time relaxing in the pool with 2 other guys staying on site (but not camping) - one in a gasoline powered Toyota Hilux he had recently bought, but which he wasn't very impressed, the other owned a very nice pop-up camper built onto a 78 series Land Cruiser:



The guy with the Land Cruiser was lovely, but I think he took a hands-off approach to discipline, I had to warn his children earlier when I found them chasing peacocks around and throwing stones at them. At one point the father had come out but had just laughed and taken photos of the children frightening the birds.

As with most of the campgrounds we stayed at this one had electric hook-up at each site. Though it didn't appear to be in the best condition:



For maybe the third time during the trip I used the braai supplied at that camp site. That is the other thing you tend to get at each site - a braai of some kind - i.e. a BBQ. Good meat is cheap in South Africa, so it would be rude not to take advantage :B

After the Braai Sally served up a huge malva pudding with custard. Basically a British treacle pudding under a different name. Don't let your doctor see it.

Stay tuned for the Eastern Cape and Winelands...

Day 11: Tuesday - Garden Route

Before leaving this ideal location we went for another walk along the sand dunes.







We head further down the coast. We are now starting to get into the territory of nice middle-class seaside towns. In this case the very pleasant Jefferies Bay. We do some grocery shopping. Sally decides this is the sort of place she could live.



I picked up a newspaper from the supermarket. It said there had been a murder in Addo :E

Our camper looked appropriate during the first half of this journey, up in the highlands and on the dirt roads. Now we are in the land of cities, 4-lane highways and BMWs. Our camper, covered in mud, is starting to look out of place. I guess the Land Cruiser did sort of look the right thing in Addo Elephant Park yesterday. There weren't many other overland-looking vehicles in that park, although there were plenty of people wearing safari style clothing they had bought for their one visit to the elephants.

We carry on west into the heart of the Garden Route. At Storms River is a national park. We visit the park office and they do have camping right by the sea. It is very expensive when combined with park entry fees, but I've seen pictures of it before and it looks like it will be worth it. The woman in the office asks if we need electric hook-up. I say no, so she books us on a tent site.

However, we find the place very busy. There are tour buses, and the main camping area is packed. Luckily the tent camping area is empty - one other vehicle turns up later (ironically it is another Bushlore rental vehicle).



It was very windy, so I oriented the camper so as to shelter the gas stove. After managing to make a tea we took a walk along the coast past the large restaurant and souvenir shop.



This lead to a trail leading to the river.



We were hoping to cross over the river, but the suspension bridge was being maintained. There were two other suspension bridges which we could walk over, but we couldn't get across the river.



Below our camping site others were sleeping already:







The wind did drop a bit, and we got a reasonable night's sleep.

Stay tuned for heading back inland...

Day 10: Monday - Addo Elephant Park

Following Lesotho we had a day in the bank. Today was our chance to spend it. My original plan was to head quite a distance further down the coast today, but starting out with a quick hour-long drive through the middle of the game park. However, knowing we had a day spare, and the owner of Aardvark suggested what he regarded as a fantastic campground on the beach - "I take the family there whenever I can", we decided to spend that spare day in the park and try out this recommended campground.

We hoped tonights campground would be quieter. The middle-aged lady camped next to us last night had entertained a couple of guys with 4x4s late into the night, had got quite drunk and laughed like a hyena.



We entered the park. This was not the best time to be looking at wildlife. The greenery provides plenty of cover for them to hide behind, and being plenty of water around the animals aren't forced to hang around a few water holes and therefore be easy to find.



They said there were bit cats here, but this was the only one I could find, but it was quite shy:





Here is an interesting thing. I assumed that we would see lots of Land Cruiser 80s and very few Land Rovers. There is a lot of talk about Land Cruisers in forums and it is easy to assume that is the brand most South Africans choose as an overlanding vehicle. That was not what we experienced. In the first week of travel we saw maybe 2 or 3 Landcruiser 80s. There were plenty of 78 series like ours, though mainly in pick-up truck form; there were loads of Toyota Hilux pick-ups, and there were lots of Land Rover 110s.



OK, back to the animals:









Plenty of these little guys around. The had signs asking you not to run them over:



I think they had the official dung-removal contact, but this was the only one I found working, and on closer inspection he appeared to be asleep on the job:



Plenty of these guys were crossing the road at one point - half going one way, half the other. Must have been shift change time:























I think we had a pretty good haul of sightings. Sally had been keeping note on the checklist the park provided:



Sally is better at identifying these things than me, so I created my own checklist - I got 100%:



The only disappointment was that we didn't spot anything on this part of the list. I kept checking for shark fins appearing above the bush, but I think they must have been lying low, or maybe they were on a later shift:



We headed for the recommended campground on the coast - it was starting to look pretty good:



A short way down the track we found a pull off with places to camp and a long drop toilet. We initially set-up here:



However, the track went further down the river, so we decided to walk down and take a look in case there was a better camping site - we left the Land Cruiser in place to reserve the nice spot we had found:



We picked this up along the way - these bushes are common and you wouldn't want to step or even drive over one of these thorns:



Further along did look very nice, and did have a proper bathroom block:



So we walked back, collected the camper and set-up in the new location:



The only other people camping were a couple in a large overland truck, but they had hid themselves behind a hedge. Maybe for security - their big truck does stand out and security was minimal at this campground:



The campground ran along the river opposite big sand dunes. It was a great location.









Down buy the actual sea shore is a section of Addo Elephant Park. The park rangers collect trash from the beach - they've built up quite a collection:







Stay tuned for the Garden Route...

"The guy looking after the site showed me his bar - he was rightly proud of what they had done with the place, and even fired up the generator so we could have more light and he could play Van Morrison through the bar's stereo system:"

Ya gotta love it!!!! You can't make this stuff up.....