The all girl road trip

The effects of watching too many American teen movies in our young resulted in me and two friends deciding to head to Cape Town in a bus (this was way before my move to the bundus). It really seemed like a good idea at the time. What a lot of silly girls we were. There we were planning how much fun it was going to be spending a whole weekend in Cape Town without our parents or annoying siblings in sight. We'd spend whole days on the beach and our nights in Long Street punishing our livers, pure heaven we thought. Unfortunately for us, we couldn't afford a travel agent so by the time we settled on a date that suited all of us, flights were completely booked for that weekend as some bright spark had already decided to make it "cycle tour weekend". So we booked our tickets and prepared ourselves for our little road trip to the fairest Cape. But the way, the bus left Pretoria at 5pm and arrived in Cape Town at 12 noon, the next day...that's a long time to be sitting, but since we don't own private jet, we really didnt have much of a choice. And like a B-grade teen movie, we had all those people who are usually stereotyped on the bus with us. We had these loud rugby-type students who couldn't stop talking or laughing out loud, the guy with the smelliest pointy shoes sat in front of me and decided to take them off, the guy who spoke too loud on his cellphone (that had an annoyingly loud ringtone to boot), the bus-driver who was so friendly that we had to take a pic with him and my personal favourite...Mrs Fourie. You see Mrs Fourie only realised as we were driving into Bellville in Cape Town that she had missed her stop. She was supposed to have gotten off at Bloemfontein along with the rowdy students at midnight but she suprisingly slept through the whole thing and now, 11 hours later she was going red in the face while throwing a tantum in the tiny bus passage-way asking to be let off the bus...to go where? No one knows. Surely hitchhiking was not an option for a middle aged woman? When we got off the bus, I had no feeling in my bum watsoever from all those hours spent sitting but that was a distant memory by the time we hit our pad in Green Point. We hit all the spots on our to-do list and before we knew it, it was time to go back on the bus and head home...eish not the bus again. Being a broke student sucks!