Wood, Uni-Cycles, and Children

At my regular Knysna haunt, Jesters; I met a man named Raoul Potgieter. He is a carpenter, rides a unicycle, teaches people the art of lucid dreaming, is very apt at juggling and rhythm sticks -- to name a few of his talents. He also make wooden toys and medieval weaponry. He often goes to the Sedgefield Farmers Market, as well as Port Elizabeth's Medieval Fayre. He also remembers the time when my brother and I raised R100 to dunk the king at the very first Fayre; though his eyes really shone when he spoke of his love for children, and his desire to broaden their minds.

If you are in the area and what to learn about lucid dreaming, or even just buy a sword for the fun of childish endeavours; get hold of him. If I was still running around with pieces of wood pretending they were swords I would give part of a limb to have a weapon and shield made by this man. So Mothers and Fathers of the of our dear, humble, suburban South Africa: Stop buying your, kids ages five to ten, electronic games. For their next birthday give them three shields, five play-swords and four play-axes; hell even five wooden suits of armour. Trust me, that kid will be more popular than any child with a 52" plasma screen and a PlayStation 3.  Sure one or two of them might get hurt but they are kids; they are meant to fall down, pick themselves up, snivel over a scraped knee, not talk to the child who pushed them for a week then up and be best friends all over again. That's childhood. By the time they are fifteen they will be too embarrassed to run around in fake weapons and have fake wars -- until they go to varsity and start to cos-play that is.

Tel: 083 5744 551
E-mail: raoultheowl@gmail.com

Jesters Pub

I do like my taverns; of this I am not ashamed. The reason is, simply; the people. A pub environment offers you social interaction with a wide variety of individuals that you would not normally meet, engaging in well-lubricated discourse. Ah, the hyperbolic exclamation of love and appreciation. Oh woe to the sombre drunk who stares into his tankard in the search for a shimmering speck of hope. A pub should not be compared to a club, in which the loud thumping music makes your idle prattle sound like cheeky, witty banter. No my friends, I mean a Pub. Finding a good one is always difficult. In Knysna, I have found mine

Just next to the Knysna library is a little bar called Jesters; not to be confused with the alternative club in Port Elizabeth. Ah what a wonderful place this is. Steven behind the bar is the cocktail of sardonic wit, wells of information and a fine conversationalist if ever I have met one. For all of Knysna's rolling hills and beautiful sunsets, I think I shall miss Jesters the most. I have met some of the most interesting people of my life in that establishment. It keeps drawing me to it by some magic, and the hours melt by, because I do not want to leave.

It helped make Knysna feel like a second home. Thanks to all.

If you want to get the lay of the land, place you finger on the gentle pulse of Knysna; unabated and passionately told, then that is the place to start. And when you do pop your head in there, tell Steven I say hi.

Tuesdays: Backgammon 6pm onwards
Wednesdays: Happy Hour 5-6pm
Thursdays: Ladies' Night 6-9pm
Friday: Happy Hour 5-6pm
Sundays: Come Braai With us
Also: Jenga - Darts - Wicked Cool People
@ Memorial Square - Kynsna