A Story About Two Franshoeks in One Joburg

The main event was the latest big JNF get-together at Amy’s and Dylan’s place to welcome Misses (aka Rikki), Soulforge (aka Matt) and Little Misses (aka Emily) from Cape Town. Ferdi, Martin and Berny and I were assigned to go fetch them and take them to the party. I got the address from Rikki in the afternoon and Ferdi and I looked for the street, Franshoek, in the map. We found one and assumed that’s where we had to pick them up.

After a few delays, and a few U-turns, we arrived at the assumed destination and Ferdi rang the bell. At the same time I phoned Rikki and told them that we were “here”. We waited for about five minutes, again assuming that it was taking them a while cause they had things like prams and car seats to carry. I then had a sneaky suspicion that we were at the wrong place…

A few more minutes passed and then Matt phoned me to ask where exactly was “here”? I told him we were right outside waiting for them. And so were they…lol. It took a few seconds to realise that we went to the wrong house. At least we avoided a potential embarrassment due to the fact that the people that lived in the house whose bell we rang, were not there. So we got the correct directions to the house and quickly drove over there. It took us not more than five minutes. And there they were, waiting outside the house, laughing at us.

So this got me thinking – what are the odds of having two separate Franschoek streets within five minutes drive from each other? Its not a common name like Main Street (which you find in every damned suburb in the COUNTRY) and what’s worse is that the correct Franshoek did not even feature on our map (which is fairly new). Have we run out of street names already?

Anyway, after getting the little one settled in the back in her carseat, we all squeezed into the two golfs and raced to Amy’s house. We were already late. Emily sat behind Ferdi and she kept on kicking him. Nice one. Hahaha. This time we only got lost once and finally we made it!

Since Berny and I were hungover we did not drink too much – though it seemed like we were going to in the beginning. It was really chilled relaxed party as the men braaied and we sat under the lapa by the pool. The three Capetonians became the three new BFF members and sported their pink BFF necklaces. Haha.


The highlight of the evening was witnessing Rikki make the pudding, which subsequently got burnt so she had to make another one! At least I got to lick the bowl once. It was yummy. The rest of the evening went pretty fast as we moved the party upstairs to the flat and talked kak until Emily passed out on her daddy’s lap and stopped entertaining us. The party pretty much died down after that so we said our goodbyes, dropped off Rikki, Matt and Emily and said our goodbyes again. Sniff. Snot en trane. It was good to see them again and finally meet the “tick”! Hope they enjoyed it as much as we did!