Unreal

i guess it’s pretty shocking to open up the “papers” after a lekker weekend of busy-rustig and read about Kenneth’s murder and then carry on with the day “as normal”. Not like i knew him personally, but met him briefly after one open water swim here in Cape Town in 2005. In my own words, he seemed a pretty “cool dude”. And could he swim! Man, it was poetry in motion the way he glided through the water and i totally respected his talent and ability. Too sad…