Gloucester

It’s called a hotel and sort of is, but almost not. It is home to many, hell to some, haven to a select few, paradise to none. The building itself is not that big, it only has 3 floors altogether. There is bar. The accommodation itself is not too bad, it’s not 5 stars or anything, but you get to put your head down and if you’re lucky you might actually get some sleep. There are two payment options for students and those that fall in the grey area (actually I don’t think they even care who you are or what you do, just pay your rent, shut up, and life goes on….) if you don’t mind sharing a room with 3 other dudes (Or ladies, if you’re a girl) you can expect to pay R 490.00 pm each, water and electricity included. If you want a place to yourself, expect a good R 1 400.00 (est.). Bare in mind that either way these rooms are all the exact same size, give or take a few centimetres.

When sharing, they squash four of you in one room. Here’s the catch, guys share a two toilets and 1 shower per floor, same with the girls. When you’re lucky the water is warm, otherwise….
Get a room to yourself, you still use those very same showers. This applies to monthly renters.

Because this is still a “Hotel”, there are rooms availably for overnight bookings. There’s a bed, a door, a fan, a TV+DVD player, and a shower all in one room. A very tiny room. These rooms where in no way intended for long term accommodation, they aren’t used for that either.

I discovered all this as time went by. For me, the biggest attraction to Glou was the rent R 450.00 (2005) and the bar. Sharing a tiny room with four guys was something I would grow into, hardest part being that you share a bed with one of those oukes. Ya!

This isn’t an advert for Glou, or a platform to diss the pace. In time I will reveal all.

Glou started off as a great big jol, all I had to do was to keep working, get paid, go home. Glou was a home to me at that stage. In a strange way it still is, I still live there, for now anyway.

There are many wonderful things I can say about Glou. On the other hand, Glou has it’s moments. I guess it’s partly because of where it is.

Vodacom Beach Africa 2005

My mission: Cut a promotional video for Greater Durban Television in 2006/2007. Can't recall the name of the band but respect.
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Life's funny that way

That’s me back in 2005. At this point in life, I had just recently discovered the benefits of making my own money, and I was yet to learn one of the hardest lessons in life. Beer.

It’s very easy when you’re out and about, living on your own (family wise) in the great big world, to get influenced by the silliest things that are a good jol while they last, but a madder babalas the next day! Yet for some F’d up reason or another, one goes back the very next weekend to do it all over again.

There are places on this planet that make such an existence very much inevitable. One such place is where I’ve been living since late 2005.
On a planet called Earth, on a continent formally known as Africa, within the borders of a country more famously known as South Africa (The Republic of), there is a province named after the people who originate from there (or is it the other way round?) either way, Kwa-Zulu Natal is the name, there is where you shall find a city called Durban. Within this vast city, there is a place called named after Africa's first winner of the Nobel Prize. The place, Albert Park, therein is a street named after a Saint. St Andrews Street.
In this planet, on that continent, within that country, in that province, stashed ever so romantically on that street in that city is, Gloucester Hotel.

Introduction

Hi.
Well this is it, my blog. It's taken a while for me to catch up to the world, now I'm here. Hope to use this platform to share Potsplate with the world, All in good time, for now, lets see how this works......

DAY 01.....