G-Town...

Stands for Grahamstown. And that's exactly where we went this past weekend to check out the highly raved about Arts Festival. We went with these awesome friends whom we've learnt so much from  (Mark & Annaline):

As posted about here, G-Town is one of my favourite little spots in Safrica, simply for its old English architecture, peaceful surroundings, and student vibe.

We awoke at the crack of dawn feeling ready for an adventure! Dressed in warm leggings, coats, scarves, and furry socks we piled into Mark's trusty and fast bakkie and made a dash for G-Town. Little did we know it was blowing gale force winds and F-ER-EEEEZING! It couldn't damper our spirits though as we meandered about all the stalls checking out artsy doodats and creative inventions (like those comfy triangular wood and rubber chairs).

We tried on hats and purchased hats, ate d-lish chicken and beef schwarmas, snacked on sugary Greek desserts, pancakes, roasted nuts, biltong and chocolate and even made a pit stop at the Execu-Loo. What a pleasure.

On the way home we stopped in Port Alfred (another even smaller town) to check out its mall, and ended the trip off with a cup of Horlicks and Forrero Rocher's chatting about the day's memories.

And that is how to explore the G-Town festival.