I woke up in another world this morning. A chain of interesting and unforeseen events has brought me to Oudshoorn Klein Karoo Nationale Kunstefees, and I’m under an umbrella in the sweltering heat at a funny table, just outside Die Burgersentrum, with the smell of braai and roosterbrood strong in the air, furiously writing before my battery runs out.

Famous last words. My battery did run out. Luckily Windows Live Writer saved what I had done and I’m back at the guesthouse writing while my battery charges, but I’ll have to go back into town to post it! I spent the morning wondering around, trying to find WI-FI and I don’t know if it was because I’m probably one of four English speakers in the whole town, but nobody really knew what I was talking about, and the only definite answer I got was from an actual internet cafe who explained that because of blah blah blah and blah blah blah, nobody except the Oudshoorn Hotel had WI-FI.

The hotel was far away and I was meeting someone close by and I really didn’t want to give up my amazing parking spot, so I switched on my computer and managed to find a WI-FI connection and connected! I think I am the only person who knows it exists!

So here I am. For just under a week, helping my friend with her enormous workload, including the organising of the Kanna Award Ceremony. And it’s a real eye opener. The only other time I came to this festival was about 13 years ago and it was a horrible, conservative affair, famous for being the year that Miriam Makeba was ‘thrown with’ cans, and Steve Hofmeyr punched a reporter. Thirteen years later the festival is a well-oiled machine, and the Kanna offices are testimony to that. They are calm and cool and serene, with the cars and bustle and flea-markets and beer tents and braai downstairs on the streets. It’s as if there are two festivals here; the high art creative one and the man in the street one. It takes some getting used to.

I must say though, what has stood me in unbelievably good stead with the theatre community is the winning of  the Fleur du Caps. Instant cred and recognition, I tell you. Thanks again FdC and Distell.

So, while I’m here I’ll get to see some of the shows; which is most cool. And then I’ll write about them; which is cooler.