Morning After...

Being the royal bird that I am, I do not partake in scandalous tittle-tattle of any kind. Even though I would like to tell you more about my escapades with the Countess Flammy Flamenco, being a bona fide gentleman puts a ceiling on the banter. All I can afford to tell, is that after a long evening of frivolous pleasures accompanying the Madame, what better way is there to recover from the dazzling, darling Countess’s er… bedazzlements than with a pot of steaming Brazilian coffee, and then desperately attempting to catch some shut-eye before sunrise.
I, His Royal Highness King Reginald Casper the Third, love flaunting my new sporty pair of Nike Air Max trainers. I pompously brag with them when I occasionally honor guests with my company to Klipkraal’s hiking trail. Although I much rather prefer to lazily idle away my time on the shady deck of mi casa, the Vaalnest Boutique Hotel, exploring through the bush and open grasslands proved to be quite an adventure. Apart from the spectacular birdlife (caught glimpses of a few flirtatious females, wink wink, DEFINITE potential in the area…), I also laid eyes upon a couple of zebras and even a wildebeest. Klipkraal is situated a convenient 5km away, and gives you the perfect excuse to show off your Nike’s!
If you prefer to unruffle your feathers in a more relaxing style, I’d recommend chilling at the irresistible Vaalnest Boutique Hotel, keeping a lazy eye on the biggest inland yacht race in the world, the “Round the Island Yacht Race”. People from all across the country convene at the Vaal Dam to see hundreds of yachts silently sailing together. This annual race even holds a Guinness World Record!
I plan to retire to my private lounge for the rest of the day. Blogging is hard work… Some birds need water; I need an open bottle of 99’ Merlot.

Countess Flammy Flamenco

I daringly dabble in doing daredevil stunts in midair whenever the situation requires it of me. Like earlier today. I was enjoying a leisurely lunch on the shady deck of mi casa, the Vaalnest Boutique Hotel, which overlooks the magnificent Vaal Dam, when I heard a terrible squawk and the ominous sound of wings fluttering at frightening speed.
My first thought was that my good old friend, Pelicanus, had got himself in a rather tight spot! He might have underestimated his ever-increasing girth and attempted to fly higher than a bird of his er… stature is advised to do. Pelicanus is known for nibbling endlessly on countless samples of wedding cake and dreamily thinking about his bride-to-be (which he has not yet met!). Sometimes, when in his dreamy state, Pelicanus seems to elevate and drift on a pink cloud… to come down to earth sooner or later with a crash, boom, bang!
But alas, this time it was not Pelicanus who came tumbling down from the clear cloudless sky. It was not a plane. It was not Superman. It was… a bird! The dashingly darling Countess Flammy Flamenco tumbled to a halt right in front of my disbelieving eyes. She calmly took off her pink sunglasses and made huge eyelashy eyes at me. She never could fly straight, but her joire-de-vivre attitude made up for that.
“You wanna play, Reggie?” She wriggled her eyebrows suggestively.
For sure! Let no one say His Royal Highness King Reginald Casper the Third is not up for a challenge. I took that gal by the feathers and spun her right off her gangly legs! We flew straight to Emerald Casino – a mere 45km away – and proceeded to play with Lady Luck until the wee hours of the morning. So, if you would care to be my guest at mi casa, you know where to go and play at night. Just don’t be alarmed when you see a pink flamingo and a gorgeous parrot living it up at the roulette table.