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SYWBAS is on a quest to find the best strippers in South Africa, all conveniently in time to exploit the 2010 world cup fever.
We will present the world with South Africa’s top finalists by the time the hordes descend on our shores.
One of Amsterdam’s more famous on-line individuals is the Simon Cowell of our show,
and of course our international audience who will be entertained by our contestants blogs and they get to vote!

Do you have what it takes to become the best stripper in SA and later the world?

OK, how does this work? If you want to be featured on this site, send me an email: cilla@soyouwannabeastripper.com. I’ll put your photo and your vital statistics on the blog. If you get enough votes from the visitors, you get your very own weblog, and a gallery in the members area, for free! I’ll need the following from you: a good photograph (not nude), and the following: Height,  Hair colour, Eye colour, Bust size, Hip size, Waist size, Shoe size, and your specialities and hobbies. (All measurements in centimeters, please)

Vukuzenzele: Wake up and do something!
Apparently that’s what it means. I want to add something:
Vukuzenzele: Wake up and say something!
You’re all being ripped off. Why can I see it when you all can’t?

I arrived late afternoon, yesterday. Today at 3 I have a photoshoot, so I didn’t want to spend the night somewhere else. I’d left Durban early, because I didn’t want to go back by the same route, and took the old road. I’m so glad I did, because I saw some weird and wonderful things along the way. Like these magical Makaranga trees near a town called Kloof:

Enchanted trees in a magical forest

And then, this gated community at Hilldene. I haven’t told you about gated communities yet. They call them estates, or townhouses. In effect, it’s a whole bunch of houses enclosed by a wall, with guards, and dogs, and barbed wire (actually not barbed wire, but razor wire, a South African invention, as I was told proudly by a security guard).

Plantations estate

They’re like very luxurious concentration camps. The architecture is often quite oddly at contrast with what you’d expect in Africa.

Weird medieval-looking castles behind razor wire

At a place called Inchanga there is an old railway station where they still have working steam trains, so that tourists can go for a little tour through the countryside in them. They’re beautiful!
I was amazed to hear that steam trains had still been in use until recently.

Steam locomotive

That was the end of the old road though, I had to take the highway from there and carry on to Jozi with no more scenic stops.
And now I’m going to hit the shopping malls

After due consideration, I’ve decided that I fully subscribe to the Ladder Theory

So here I am, sitting on Signal Hill again. (They call it signal hill because you can’t get any reception down on the beach, you have to come to the top of the hill to phone or send email)

Ponta do Ouro

We’d left Durban early on Saturday morning.  It’s only a 4-hour drive, but we took longer than that, as we were taking it easy, stopping along the way to look at the scenery.

Beach somewhere on the way to Mozambique

The beaches are all breathtakingly beautiful. In Holland the beach is the same everywhere…a long, stright line along the North Sea. And it’s dirty and crowded. And the water is very cold. Here the sea is amazingly warm! It seems everybody can surf here.

The moment you cross the border into Mozambique, everything is different. Starting with the roads:

Mozambique roads

The asphalt stops at the border. As do the place-names that are either Zulu or English: now it’s Portuguese. Mozambique used to be a Portuguese colony. Did I learn that in school? Honestly I can’t remember. It’s not easy to describe the feeling, but although the landscape doesn’t change, you can feel that you’re in a different country.

Ponta beach

The first night in Ponta was magical. My new friends come here to dive regularly. We are staying at a diving camp on the beach. They are all crazy, but in a good way On Saturday night it was party-time, and these South Africans party like it’s serious business. They use their diving equipment to drink beer with.

Snorkling beer

Seriously:

Getting a bit giggly

So yeah, is it the romantic setting, the huts on the beach, the atmosphere, the scuba beer, the hiccups or am I just a horny slut? I dunno, but I ended up going to bed (but not to sleep) with one of them.

us in bed

And I can’t deny it, I was photographed

Sunday morning everyone was up early to go diving. When I heard that there are sharks, I decided to just stay on the beach. These South Africans are crazy! I only sort of half believed them, but it’s really true, my new boyfriend took this photo while they were down there:

Yes, it's a REAL shark

If it was me in the photo I’d definitely have been swimming in the other direction. Fast.
I prefer to just take it easy and take long walks on these incredible beaches.

Ponta beach

My last morning here, we leave after breakfast. I’m sad to leave, but I have to get back to Jozi and do some work for a change

Yeah I’ve been busy, sorry Apart from being busy, at first I had no internet while travelling, which was because I didn’t have the proper tools, I was just using a mobile phone. Which was very slow and very expensive. Now, thanks to some tech-savvy guys I met in Durban, I have this:

It's a 3G card

and it allows me to do what I’m doing: It’s early morning and I’m sitting on a hill in Mozambique watching the sun rise. And it’s beautiful! But I’m getting ahead of myself, back to the story:

After leaving the Drakensberg behind, I got to Durban in the late evening, booked into my hotel and had a look around. Durban is very different from Jozi. There’s less of a buzz…or rather, there’s a different, more relaxed type of buzz. It’s a picture-postcard beach/holiday city:

Durban beach

And what I’d totally never expected, is that there are so many Indians. No silly, not with mohawks. Indians from India. It seems they were brought here by the British to work on the sugar cane plantations.

Influences of India

But as I’ve come to expect in the short while I’ve been in South Africa, there’s also the other side of it:

Informal settlement

“Informal settlement” is the South African politically correct euphemism for a slum. And there are informal settlements everywhere, sometimes literally side by side with really wealthy neighbourhoods. A world in one country, but also a country of extreme contrasts.

But so I bumped into these guys on the beach, who invited me to go to Mozambique with them. Which hadn’t been the plan, but it’s only a 4-hour drive and it sounded like fun. And it’s been awesome! Gotta go eat breakfast, I’m starving….more later.