The brewery sits next to a fresh food court. I sat there for a couple of mornings, drinking my coffee, writing my philosophy ramblings, always smelling the delicious food, and never giving in to the temptation of eating too much. But then I saw that the Mad Giant Brewery's taproom was next door... This was like a nail in the coffin. I had to visit it.

I sat in my room downstairs working on some early morning work. My door was open so that I could get some fresh air. Then I heard that familiar chirping of baby helmeted guineafowlAs I walked outside, with my camera ready for once, I saw the whole family of baby birds, mom and dad, and then also aunts and uncles! I lost count of how many there were... It was a beautiful sight to observe.

What even is a beer? In my previous #beersaturday post, I discussed some very heavy beers, one was even 20% ABV! These beers really begin to test and question the borders of can count as a beer. What even is a beer? Is the standard and local commercial lager even comparable to the three to five year barrel aged 20% ABV beer? Of these two, what is a beer?

she stays in my memories as a hue in burnt orange a tint of color that my mind tries to recreate o the desire painted in passion and lust o the desire always a strange color my words are few and the girl is gone as soon as the sun sets behind the clouds that shine a strange burnt orange hue

A couple of noteworthy things happened this week in terms of beers for me: I hit my 100th beer reviewed (not a 100 posts but a 100 different beers); I hit my 100th beer reviewed (not a 100 posts but a 100 different beers); Apparently it is the 400th week of the #BeerSaturday weekly post/challenge; and Apparently it is the 400th week of the #BeerSaturday weekly post/challenge; and My 100th beer reviewed, *The Icenator*, is a whopping 20.4% ABV beer, making it South Africa's heaviest beer by ABV standard. My 100th beer reviewed, The Icenator, is a whopping 20.4% ABV beer, making it South Africa's heaviest beer by ABV standard.

What is in a name? What is it in those few letters that hides our identity, hides our story, hides our whole life? How can so few pieces of information contain a world; a grain of sand containing a world? How can we at once be our name but then also not be it?