You have to be fairly brave to have a haircut on the day that the All Blacks are playing France. For one thing with a large flatscreen in the corner of the barbershop and everyone’s eyes on the game you never really know what kind of haircut you’re going to walk out with, for another, should the All Blacks score a try, you may lose an ear.
But the winter growth of hair had to go, we had Stef and Kymi’s wedding that afternoon and I desperately needed a trim. A roomful of guys watching the telly, some of them I suspect didn’t so much need a trim as a quiet place to watch the game, one second all talk and clippers going, the next everyone is quite, clippers are switched off as the All Blacks do the haka. I think the page about being silent during the haka was missing from my how to be a boy manual.

Anyway, freshly shorn, I headed down to Kymi and Stef’s wedding at Hakunamatata. Your not so typical story of American girl meets Afrikaans boy and decides to settle in South Africa. An unconventional wedding that brought close friends and family together to hear Kymi’s speech in Afrikaans – think jaegerbombs for toasts. A pretty amazing day with a strong sense of family and heritage, the minister had been friends with Stef’s dad from when they were in Grade 1! I don’t think I remember being in Grade 1, never mind still knowing someone from back then.

I know you all get tired of hearing about how much our couples rock, but I’m just saying …

afrikaner boy black girl, wedding photographers at hakuna matata, 

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This entry was posted Thursday, September 29th, 2011 at 3:50 pm and is filed under Hakunamatata.