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“Zapy and her unky Berky win a ‘humanitarian’ journey to South Africa, a journey promising to be full of surprises and adventures. When they realize that this trip will not resemble any of the ‘marvellous and fun’ vacations advertised in the travel brochures, it is already too late, for, in his enthusiasm, unky Berky signed the contract, without reading the small type.
Before they left Paris, clicking on Facenicked, Linkadingdong, Teenyweeny and meyou indatub, Unky Berky had learnt that he had three distant cousins in South Africa, whose Huguenot forebears had fled France during the religious wars. Afrer a brief exchange of tectronic messages, they all wished to meet their Camembert relatives so as to catch up on the Révolution Française that beheaded poor Louis XVI and his Marie-Toilette, on why the Concorde had become a museum bird, on whether the French still ate froggies’ legs, on the price of the baguette, and so fork and to hell and gone.
There was Kif, who lived with his family, on a big farmstead in the boorish State of Orange, Tuk, a hairdresser who worked in a posh Durban beauty parlor, and Suzy, an old spinster, who acted as a nurse in a poor Malay neighborhood of Cape Town - the poor lassie had been raped several times on her way to the hospital, but was never killed, thank Goddess Holy Shiva, for she seemed to be a tough cookie, tho a bit smashed downstairs. And here, Zapy and her uncle would have to assist her in helping battered wives recover from their wounds and giving them hope again ... in court!
That was then what our ‘fortunate’ winners would discover in the Rainbow Nation.
Bon voyage! so say the Frogs, and bon voyage to all of you, readers, dwellers of this here sorry planet of ours, full of carbuncles: all these ills have been caused, to a great extent, by you, gas guzzlers, gobblers of junk food, ozone destroyers - hey, hey, don’t look at me, it’s Zapy talking here!”