I must admit that I've been slow to post of late, which I am sorry
about. I don't seem to have as much free time as I once did. So this is a
post that comes three weeks after the event.
For my birthday I invited people to a potluck picnic in Daan Park.
We arrived early and found a place to set up camp close to the centre of the park. A set of stones proved a perfect substitution for tables as a layout for the various dishes to appear over the course of the afternoon. The tree offered shade to those who wanted it, as well as an aid to later excitement.
Naturally the first to arrive were those with small children and delicate meal timetables. Two work colleagues (and friends) arrived with a daughter each, a wife accompanying one. It wasn't long before the two girls were running the show.
Agnes watches on as her husband plays soccer with the little girls.
Jeff decided to take a moment to relax.
The tree provided the perfect holder for a homemade piñata.
Of course not just anyone could be trusted to brave the perils of a wild piñata and so the local warriors were called upon.
They fought hard with improvised weapons. The battle was long and arduous.
The warriors prevailed and in time they were reaching into the foul beast, dragging forth its yummy innards.
Conquest at hand, they withdrew to celebrate with a victory feast.
All this time the warriors' fathers looked on with an air of admiration and pride, and perhaps a touch of jealousy at their bounty.
In time the feast proved insufficient for the great warriors, so they engineered second lunch from what was at hand - a truly hearty meal of natural ingredients.
Parents-to-be were the next to join the gathering.
After much excitement I took a moment to contemplate my feet.
It seemed inevitable that a birthday would ultimately result in a cake of some description. Sadly the wind forgot our rehearsals and made lighting the candles near on impossible. To complete the ritual each candle had to be lit and blown out individually. It took time, but protocol was adhered to.
More people drifted in as the afternoon progressed some staying later than others. The warriors found naptime an undeniable lure and disappeared before late afternoon, allowing their grownup servants to guide them home.
Sadly with time passing I grew a tad tired, drink made its way into my presence and the light began to fade. This culminated in my forgetting to take more pictures, so here ends the tale of Saturday 25th of April - the day after.