He is not a small dude – in fact when we shook hands, my arm disappeared in his hand (almost up to the elbow) – this oke’s got large bones.
Rumour has it that he eats roof tiles on toast for breakfast and pushes an apple through a tennis racquet for desert.
Don’t wanna wake-up a sleeping giant.
Edited to add: Now delayed next trip to C.T.
- or look me up in Loeriesfontein where the girls wear rubber suits and the boys use their wands to look for water... - I swear, ask Boet, he'll vouch for me 
