Back when I was running around the country opening SpecSavers stores I found myself in the village of Waterval Boven in a hostelry with a lovely pub. It was run by an Irishman whose brother was famous in the old colonial SABC. Waterval Boven is an amazing place – a rock-climbing mecca. I bought the book called something like “The Menu to the Restaurant at the End of the Universe” which listed all the climbs – dozens of them!
Here are two:
Isn’t that amazing!?
The publican was a raconteur and a wit and a delight. His brother was famous on SABC radio (Paddy O’Byrne, I think?). Seeing me all on my own, he chatted to me and taught me some Irish, of which I have never forgotten “‘kinell“.
As in ‘kinell! (you don’t say! or beats me!). It’s short for fuckin ‘ell.
His hostelry was special:
As is the whole village:
He fed me guiness, old brown, guiness, old brown. Marvelous.