Our neighbouring town was Amanzimtoti the holiday Mecca for all the Lemmings ( rats that migrate to the ocean once a year and commit suicide ). That’s what we called people from inland mainly Johannesburg they would come down once a year and just do the most crazy things. We had a sign on a wall at the beach that read “ amount of Dutchman that trip over this speedbump” and on the wall we would have a counting system and everytime someone tripped over the speedbump someone would jump up and mark it infront of the person that had just tripped, this had some really mixed emotions. Mostly of the locals laughing their arses off. Now as this town was a holiday destination all the bars, night clubs were situated there and this is were everyone went to party. In the holiday season things would be get drunk pick on the holiday makers and get into a fight. When they left and holiday season was over we would get drunk and fight with each other. You could always go to Toti and watch a fight almost every week it was crazy. We all did it caused trouble with each or joined together to out the Dutchman. Then there is and I think always will be the pecking order to see who is the strongest and best at fighting. In my day it most a friend of mine, lets just call him Sean. He was cool and he never got into a fight unless the other person caused it. I never saw anyone beat him but I saw alot of people try. This was the fighting side of our night life in Toti. Now don’t get me wrong this is not all that happened here it was one of the weekend attractions. We had alot of great times here, there was this bar called “longbar” supposedly the longest bar in southern Africa (whatever). The cool thing about it in those day no ladies were allowed in so all the boys would meet there first get there courage up and meet the ladies at the disco. Sometimes I never found enough courage to even leave the bar. It was a pool bar where you played pool, smoked and drank large beers. This was my town of dreams and disappointments this was Toti.
