In the middle of the Karoo desert, in the midst of absolute nothing, the sign of a local solo surrounded by distant mountains and infinite ground stop me dry: Ronnies Sex Shop. A sex shop in the desert? Who would not stop to see what's behind so suggestive concept grounded on sand and baked by the sun?
The first image one has of Ronnie's sex shop is a small bar, flimsy chairs and hundreds of panties, bras and underwear hanging from the ceiling. On a case there is a trophy that holds a set of lingerie XXL. The walls are filled with messages painted by thousands of travelers who decided to stop, like me, in this enclave forgotten by the simplest and most efficient international marketing: sex. "Too bad I did not bring the team photo, In Ronnie's sex shop, every piece of fabric that spreads across its walls can be photographed.", I. I'll settle for taking pictures with a small pocket camera.
After ordering two beers, we went to the terrace with unique views of wind-borne dust; view nothing. Behind me I see a small room with tourist information on the area and selling aprons and shirts with the name of the local. Appears somewhat larger type and, long white beard and hair collection, he jokes with everyone. "Are Ronnie", deduce, certify that when a young man who called to take a picture with a scarf on the head with three young travelers who want a memory of singular business owner. "I took off my", solemnly declares one of the uninhibited girls, that after the souvenir they resume the spectacular Route 62 (route with the small Karoo and we will do a special report in VaP.). "They all come and go,", Ronnie tells jokes. "It is the story of my life". "And that you own a sex shop", tell. "I think that's the problem", responds, "although it also influences that I am married".
The guy discovered that many people stopped at the bar only to discover the sex shop that is in several hundreds of miles around
The story explains the name of the place is really fun. "It was a joke. I decided to open a store in this place and I made the mistake of inviting my friends to the opening. It was a store zone information, drinks and snacks. In the midst of the feast, a friend took when I was a little distracted (to put it politely) to write about the sign that had just painted on the wall to the glittering premiere, with the same paint, Sex word ". Ie, what was the "Tent of Ronnie" became twisted by a brushstroke on "Ronnie Sex Shop".
But, that joke became his trademark when the guy discovered that many people stopped at the bar only to discover the sex shop that is in several hundreds of miles around. The bar was then filled underwear hanging from the ceiling and a den of road known throughout the region. There's even a mannequin dressed in lingerie suggestive of tourist pamphlets distributed. Everyone who crosses the small Karoo is for a drink at this location. "No kiss, this is a sex shop ", Ronnie said a couple.
The unique history of this place is more remarkable when you know that we are following one of the last enclaves in South Africa where they are sheltered from the world of conservative Afrikaners. Caravans of men and women, inter alia, fled the license allowed by the new English colony.
Just put the word sex in a bar lost road to become a place of worship in the middle of nowhere
This bar is a curious lesson similar to the one you live, eg, daily journalism. Just put the word sex in a headline for the news is the most widely read in any of the leading national newspapers. Just put the word sex in a bar lost road to become a place of worship in the middle of nowhere. Ronnies Sex Shop is the best known bar on Route 62. Appears in all the guides and has several references on Google. It's a rock den, motorists and unsuspecting tourists. CA s if it were a liturguia, is an almost obligatory stop. All through the miracle of the word sex. We will see if this magazine also works.
