Awhile back, I discussed my pleasure at some of the place names in Australia. Now, it’s South Africa’s turn, thanks to Bitchery Professor Dr. Sarah Frantz, who journeyed in a state of Extreme Gestation to South Africa - and came back with a Smart Bitch report AND pictures. A three-bitch salute to Dr. F! Woo!
I am writing to you (with pictures) to send you a Smart Bitch report of the beautiful country of South Africa. Yes, I saw lion and zebra and giraffe (in appropriate game reserves, thankyouverymuch, and there were no goddamn tigers nor nary a jungle!), and whale! and family! (spot the real animal in that sentence!) but I also saw other things worth chronicling for Smart Bitch posterity.
Like the Labia Theatre and Tearoom in Cape Town. Or, in Afrikaans, Labia Teater. I shit you not. You can see it on the second photo, if you look really hard--the sun was bright. Apparently, the Countess Labia was a great philanthropist in Cape Town, South Africa, until her death sometime in the 1920s. She left a legacy of the “Teater,” and a Museum (which we didn’t see).
I vaguely had the idea of petitioning to change my title from Baroness du Bacqueseate to Countess Labia for my amazing discovery, but that would be wrong of me. And besides, I’m not sure it’s not already taken.
So, after penguins and the Cape of Good Hope, we also managed to get a picture of the up-and-coming car company in South Africa. Actually, apparently it’s the major Indian car company that has imported itself to South Africa. But I still got a kick out of all the Tatas running around. And you have no idea how difficult it is to drive past the Tata dealer, with new and pre-owned Tatas for sale and Tata Service entry doors without crashing because of hysterical giggles.
And THEN, there’s the evolutionary display at Sudwala Caves and Dinosaur Park. They have a pair of lifesized Australopithacus models. And I do mean models: my husband says that he didn’t know that they had invented hair depilatory 100,000 years ago. I say it’s all in the bone razors. But I also figured it was a good antidote to the Creationism Museum in KY. I doubt this little museum could have survived in the good ol’ US of A.
Tatas and Labia Teaters. I’m giggling like the immature person I am.
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