Sokkie

Last week was, in retrospect, the calm before the storm... well, storm is a strong word.  The weekend hit with an amazing race at youth, we almost lost a half dozen kids, lost is also a strong word... it implies fault on your behalf.  Apologies to Nahoon and all other road users.

I, along with numerous past and recent Stomers converts (I am neither, just didnt want to sit at home alone) went to a dark room where we watched the top half of the screen, unobscured by heads.  Then we went to a sokkie.  Which is, if you think about it, a contrast - and yet totally acceptable...

I am a first time sokkie attendee, and had it on the same list as Frisbee culture and unitards, assimilating yourself is done with a fair amount of trepidation.  The Boeretroos Teater (its tough to retell this story to Afrikaans people without fouling up the pronunciation) was our destination.  Short of the long, I discovered these things about sokkie:
- dont lift your feet
- go with the flow
- if you spend too much time apologizing, you're more likely to have another accident. Check.
- don't take advice from Pete 'I-dropped-Simone' Stutterheim
- if the culture shock doesn't get you, the velskoene will.