So we began (we as in me, the Yank, and five South African hooligans) our adventure at Blaauwklippen, a beautiful wine farm in Stellenbosch. There I ate a super spicy Indian samoosa, yikes it was spicy. There I also met a super spicy Indian man, Pandham, who quickly became my new best friend due to his unlimited tasting policy.
I had the pleasure of also meeting a South African girl who couldn't have been more excited that I was from America because that is where the Kardashians are from. Like OMG they're basically like my next door neighbors! All the way across the country... Anyways... it is sad to think that the only way some people perceive America is as one big Calabasas County. WRONG-O.
After trying, ohhh 12 different wines at Blaauwklippen and eating a mediocre sausage pie it was time to move on! On to Eikendal! There I tasted an absolutely brutal Brut and a less than satisfying Savignon, then gave up on their wine, and decided to try my luck at hitting a golf ball into a kiddie pool in the middle of a pond.
Close, (well at least closer than Marco) but no cigar. After the Eikendal let-down we finished at our favorite place, Lourensford!
Lourensford granted us 11 tastings (I believe?), minus the glorious Honey Liquor (insert sad face). While they charmed us with the wine, we charmed them with our musical crystal glass orchestra.
You know you've had enough when you attempt to DJ a wine glass |
There, now you guys have all been in my blog. You're welcome :) |
Mad love!
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