I went to my first Braai yesterday. It's a South African bbq. It was next door(the people next door are way cooler than my roommates.ssshhh dont tell anyone i said that) and it was very silly. First off, there were no south african's because every one of us is international. Second, there was a bunch of weird meats that looked like intestine that i did not want to eat. The "braai master" was my German friend named Bodo. His mom calls him six times a day...

I went to my first Braai yesterday. It's a South African bbq. It was next door(the people next door are way cooler than my roommates.ssshhh dont tell anyone i said that) and it was very silly. First off, there were no south african's because every one of us is international. Second, there was a bunch of weird meats that looked like intestine that i did not want to eat. The "braai master" was my German friend named Bodo. His mom calls him six times a day...

I went to my first Braai yesterday. It's a South African bbq. It was next door(the people next door are way cooler than my roommates.ssshhh dont tell anyone i said that) and it was very silly. First off, there were no south african's because every one of us is international. Second, there was a bunch of weird meats that looked like intestine that i did not want to eat. The "braai master" was my German friend named Bodo. His mom calls him six times a day...

I went to my first Braai yesterday. It's a South African bbq. It was next door(the people next door are way cooler than my roommates.ssshhh dont tell anyone i said that) and it was very silly. First off, there were no south african's because every one of us is international. Second, there was a bunch of weird meats that looked like intestine that i did not want to eat. The "braai master" was my German friend named Bodo. His mom calls him six times a day...

I went to my first Braai yesterday. It's a South African bbq. It was next door(the people next door are way cooler than my roommates.ssshhh dont tell anyone i said that) and it was very silly. First off, there were no south african's because every one of us is international. Second, there was a bunch of weird meats that looked like intestine that i did not want to eat. The "braai master" was my German friend named Bodo. His mom calls him six times a day...