Standing in a sea of people dancing with a lover, we were approached by oodles of women that just wanted to hug and kiss us and try get involved. One girl, and she really was a girl, even tried to proposition a threesome with us...? At that point I thought that maybe we were the only gays in the Village. But how can this be? It's Franschoek. This little town is run by homosexuals. Every little twirling-creeper covered cottage, villa filled section of land and guesthouse surrounded with epic mountains is probably got a little gay stuffed in there. Ok, so then maybe it was festival specific...?
So now we are left wondering, do we ditch the neat clothes and shiny shoes and adopt the care free flimsy clothing that flutters so effortlessly amongst all the luminescent lights and decorations? Do we ditch the bar seats for a grassy patch of earth?
And are we trading a trick in a bed for two tricks in a tent?
I don't know if it is the tired scene of clubbing - the usual music, the same miserable faces and the same barmen. Or if I am just in the mood to try something new... But I want to do it again! Taking a weekend to party in the sun during the day and party under the stars at night seems to be scratching that itchy spot of... "I really need to party, yo"
But doing it with some really awesome people makes it even more of a goodie.