Naked brunch

Johannesburg. Saturday morning, I'm sitting up naked (except for my glasses) in bed with my laptop on my lap and a mug of good, strong coffee on the small wooden table to my left. I'm working on the content for the November edition of the newspaper. Despite my lack of attire (it's not even my birthday), an unshaven face and out-of-bed hair, I am officially on deadline.
I watched the 20h00 screening of 'Eat, Pray, Love' in Sandton last night.
After reading the book the movie disappointed me. I felt bored and restless
at times, and I expected extraordinary cinematography because the three
destinations - Rome, India, Bali - lend themselves to it. But there was
nothing exceptional about it at all.
(This photo was taken from the back of a motorbike by my Capetonian friend,
Ronelle Rust, on the road between Cape Town and Riebeek West. She is a
cycling photographer... and a physiotherapist.)
Happy Saturday.