I have not the faintest clue what the title means.

I know it means something in one of our official 11 languages.

But not the foggiest.

Anyhoo, we have a winner for the giveaway! I took pictures of how I chose the winner, but it was rather boring. What I can tell you is that I did at my desk, at work, so it makes for interesting backgrounds. I wrote down all the names of the people who entered, and then put the little pieces of paper inside a shocking pink hardhat. I stole it from a mine visit. I also witnessed a real live gold pour in the hardhat. And then I jumbled everything around for a few seconds, stuck my hand in there and this was the result.

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It saved my life

I'm not one to talk about fashion and beauty and hair products, because quite frankly,

it freaks me out!

I really couldn't be bothered by products...I rarely buy something out of the ordinary.

Which means I rarely buy something I haven't bought for the past 23 years,

or at least, the past five, since I've only been buying my own stuff in the last five years.

But the other day, I asked Flip out on a date. 

And being the lazy bones I am, I didn't wash my hair that morning.

He was coming to the mall, in which my office building is situated, directly after work,

so there was no time for me to go home and make myself half human.

I hate it when I'm impulsive.

So, lunch time came and I went down to Clicks to buy some baby powder.

They say that baby powder removes the greasiness in your hair. Yuck.

I couldn't bare the thought of walking around with white powder in my hair.

People might think I have a serious case of dandruff or lice. Double yuck.

And then I asked my friend if there wasn't anything else I could use.

And we found this:

(I'm actually singing in that 'angel chorus' you hear on tv when something awesome happens)

Dry Shampoo.

I mean, how clever have people become these days?

I hate having to wash my hair everyday,

but I also hate looking like I just spent the night on a park bench with a bottle of wine as my only company.

And then this darling came along.

It is the best thing since, well, showers.

Which I didn't have this weekend.

So this was awesome!

They say on the bottle that it's also ideal for people who colour their hair, 

as the colour lasts so much longer with fewer washes.

Thank you Tresemme for being so clever!

Unfortunately, I lost it already.

I think it might be in my car. 

I just haven't gone through the trouble to look for it.

I also haven't washed my car after Oppikoppi. 

Blikaspaai is still covered in dust. 

It's a crying shame.

Oppikoppi #2!

As much as this festival is about music, I don't think it would have been the same without the people.

At Oppi, the slogan 'The weirder you are, the better' counts.

I met a few interesting characters in the four days there.

They provided some good laughs.

No idea!

Spongebob!

Guys wearing boxes as hats. As if the hats they are wearing isn't hatty enough.

We also saw two apparently straight guys in kilts making out. I have a photo, but I thought I would spare you the details.

Oh, and I forgot to add that this is another thing I can tick off my bucket list: Attend Oppikoppi.

Oppikoppi #1!

Three words:

Dirty, drunk, drugs.

This is probably the best way to describe the past weekend. Although I didn't divulge in the last one, I did roll around in the dust like a pig and had Smirnoff Storms and bugs (the shooter, not an insect) for breakfast. 

Oppikoppi Unknown Brother beat the living daylights out of me and Flip.

Much like a big brother, the fest teases you with ample drinking opportunities, a plethora of grease and dust covered foodstalls, and five stages, which would make any manic music fan (read Megan) go crazy!

But then, like the big brother, it can throw a few punches. Punches, such as the cold! Holy dust! We had -5 degree sleeping bags, and yet the cold managed to penetrate through our blanket and our sleeping bags. The first thing we did on Saturday morning was drive into town and stock up on blankets. Other people also went to town, but stocked up on booze.

The second punch is the dust. Yeah, it was a punch, but luckily it didn't hurt to much. Although I am struggling to breathe now, as a result of a dust/cold induced cold. I'm always sick.

 My little off roadster. He loves dirt roads. I think he's an off roader in disguise.

And then comes the hardest blow, the one that knocks you down and leaves a bruise to prove it. 

The hangover. 

I don't recall really having a hangover. Perhaps it was because I was never really sober. I sound like such a debauch person, but people must understand that this is Oppikoppi. I don't normally drink like this. I don't normally drink at all. 

Flip having breakfast

The festival's highlight to me was dancing with Flip and our other friends while listening to South African legend David Kramer. We laughed and sung out loud, hugged random people and just felt a feeling of happiness. It felt like the whole Koppi was there to watch him.

Such an awesome show. Such a brilliant artist.

The lowest point of the whole festival was when an MC at another stage openly declared how he was high on acid and how he wants to see everybody naked. This stage was running a bit late, waiting for David Kramer's show to finish up and the MC thought it funny to shout: "Shut the Fuck Up" to the other stage over and over. 

Seriously, if you can't respect other people's music, you shouldn't be a damn MC in the first place. 

The sun set on yet another very successful Oppikoppi 

and I will never attend another one in my life,

 until next year :)

I'll post some of the fest photos and the very wacky people we met tomorrow. 

Remember the giveaway.