33 1/3 and a tiny crocodile biting through a bic pen
Today is a very special day. Today, I pass the one third of a century mark. Yes, I'm 33 1/3 years old. Damn I'm old. Ancient. Parched.
Anyway, went to a crocodile farm on the edge of Jo'burg with Celie last week. The crocs are rather boring, they just bask in the sun. But we also got to hold a tiny and very cute little critter. Apparently, even when they're small as this, they can still bite through a bic pen.
Chinatown and hash in the weekend.