Ons het uiteindelik die wenner van ons ATKV oord naweek vir ses mense getrek. Almal wat gecomment het op Dishoeonsrol.co.za het ‘n nommer gekry en ons awesome kombuis tannie, Sina, het die wenner getrek. Baie geluk aan Danni Meneghun aka Danni California van DraftFCB. You and 5 of your mates will be doing the Zef at an ATKV resort of your choice. Lekker!

Ons was daar, ons was dors en ons het ‘n kamera gehad. Hope you like it.

New Yorkers het ‘n sweet Subway system wat help om al die locals oral te kry. Vra maar vir ons. Ons het lekker in die lugversorgde treine rondgejaag. Maar daar is tog ook baie motors op straat, wat nie taxi’s is nie. En jy mag dalk dink Manhattan is baie groot. Manhattan is baie hoog en bedek nie ‘n groot oppervlak nie. So obviously is parkering ‘n probleem a.g.v. die beskikbare spasie.

Some use a very inventive way of maximising the parking space, as seen above. But then there’s the true New Yorker way. Look at the way they park. How they get out of there is anybody’s guess. Not surprisingly, we noticed a lot of bumper damage. They even have thick rubber bumper protectors that you can hang from your boot to try and keep the damage down to a minimum. But we thought you had to see the space between some of the bumpers of the cars parked on the street. Hierdie mense is almal gek of donners goeie parallel parkers.

Ons het nog ‘n kleinhuisie vol shots wat almal kan uitcheck. Hier is so paar wat ons gekies het wat wys hoe bitter awesome NY is. Nog lekker prentjies later. VerlangnaNewYork groete.

Na ‘n absolute amazing maand in New York het ons Mandag oggend 8:00 hier geland na ‘n 16 uur  marathon vlug. Ek weet nie of ons al vroeër genoem het dat as jy New York toe wil gaan moet jy ‘n seriously sagte ass hê. Daai is ‘n lang vlug. Soos ons vantevore gesê het, New York is ‘n flippen lang sit gevolg deur ‘n moerse ver stap gevold deur nog ‘n langer en harder sit. Maar dis die moeite werd. Anyway, we’re back and it’s great being home. Ons geld was anyway op. (sien ons kitty hierbo)

We’ve been rather quiet this week because we’re just plain (or maybe plane) exhausted. We’re not sure if it’s the jetlag or the massive farewell we had on Saturday night. Or a combination of the two. Renier is ‘n zombie en wil net slaap en ek word elke oggend stiptelik om 3:00 wakker. Ons klokkies is deurmekaar. Stadig maar seker is ons besig om reg te kom en ons sal weer vir julle cool stuff plaas. Daar is nog baie interessante shots, ‘n rol of twee en ‘n paar ander brokkies. Dis dalk minder cool as om dit live uit New York te kry, maar dis beter as om wéér na News 24 se sport pages of ‘n sesde keer na jou Facebook (of Google+!) page te gaan kyk.

So we’re not done. Hierdie is nie koebaai nie. Dis hallo. Maar wag, my bed roep, en dis nou eers 15:00.

When you walk the streets of Manhattan enough, you come across people who get in your face, trying to sell you something. Every now and again you come across a group of rappers, wannabe 50cents or Little Wayne’s handing out a CD of their tunes to passers by. Some of them are more forceful than others and they take it rather personal if you say no thank you. Like you’re insulting them. Because it’s “free”.

So I’m walking down 6th Avenue, on my way to join the guys for the Yankees game we attended. People everywhere. And I come across a bunch of these guys, handing out their work. I managed to get past the first guy with a rushed “no thanks dude”, but I wasn’t as lucky with his 130kg, sidewalk wide buddy, 10 metres down the road. Before I knew it, I was holding a CD and the dude asking me: “Hey, where you from man?” I replied that I’m from South Africa. Suddenly I’m his new best friend. We do the fist pump and he tells me about their music.

At this stage I’m rather annoyed. I don’t want the CD (not a big fan of hip-hop) and I’m on my way somewhere. Then he says people usually give like a $5 donation and I thought it might be the best way to get rid of him. I check my wallet and see the smallest I have is a $10 note, which makes me even more pissed off, ’cause I knew I wasn’t getting out of there without losing ten bucks now. I know, what a wuss. I give him the money and he says for $10 he’ll give me a second CD. Lucky me. Now I have two CD’s I don’t want and $10 less. He asks me my name and signs one of the CD’s. I’m sure he felt like JayZ at that moment. Begrudgingly I take them both and leave, very moerig at myself for not being able to say no. So I do the angry walk.

Only once I reach the office building I was headed to, do I actually look at the CD’s and read the cover. The CD is called “Baby Food for Thought” by, and this is the best part, DJ Rol (one L). Wil jy nou meer?! DJ Rol. In a flash, the CD’s go from a waste of money to a proud investment and I’m quite chuffed with myself. We’ve decided to use one of the tracks as soundtrack to a future video post, so listen out for DJ Rol in one of our next video posts. Miskien kan ons selfs vir DJ Rol kry om by die Pendoring Gala aand te kom optree. Mens weet nooit. Dit het my anyway beter laat voel vir my ruggraatlose oomblik.