Last year sitting at a stop street in Claremont, Cape Town on a regular bright evening, I was met with a sight that blew my mind and made me say, all in one breath out and almost all at once, "Oh-I-wish-I-could-do-that". A floating blonde sailing around the corner, shorts as short as the hems allowed, bare foot and smiling on a Sector 9. I vowed, as soon as I got back to Durban I would teach myself. And I did. And here I am. On a sticky summer's Sunday evening.
