We have the ever important Springbok, helpfully labelled, on the top right.
Then we have me, "W", and a couple of other South Africans in our capes...because we are from Cape Town - land where everyone runs around in capes (weird that I, probably along with millions of other Capetonians, have never made THAT connection).
I am holding aloft - in triumph - a giant jar of Trim mayo. There was a shortage, but thanks to an early morning phone call and a fleet-footed sister-in-law, I managed to obtain one of only six in NZ. I obviously talk about it alot, which is how it made the pic. As I must also talk a fair amount about how much I love butternuts... I buy giant ones and make soup - yum!
Of course we South African's talk in our own language that foreigners find difficult to understand. In this world our language consists of only two words, "Soouf Afwicaa" (that's our supposed accent) repeated in a variety of tones.
The cape wearers are also drinking my favourite South African drink...um, Sahara's?? close, but wrong desert :)
Someone's got a lot of time on their hands. Very funny : D
