Beneath dim lights, the air was sour with the scent of lemon wedges. While Tyron, ever the sweet talker, casually slid up beside Yulán during their shift at Legends, pool cue in hand and a grin that says, “I’m about to change your life.” A few cheeky lessons in lining up shots (on and off the table), and the rest is history.

The man of the house already knows his fate. It's his sacred duty… and Tyron doesn’t argue.

Who takes out the trash. It's already set in stone.

Oh, darling, we’re just a couple of prawn-stars. Every other weekend our fingers drip with garlic butter, our chins glisten over 1kg of prawns, and we have absolutely no shame. Lord Prawn serves us the sea... and we devour it with joy.

Lord Prawn uMhlanga – where the waves crash nearby, the wine flows freely, and we shamelessly order the same thing every time. If they had a loyalty card for prawns, we’d be VIPs by now.

December 2023, Mozambique. Every morning said hello with a golden sunrise, a salty sea breeze. By 11 a.m. doshems cracked open and we explored Ponta do Ouro on sand hot enough to roast your soles. We bar-hopped from The Drunken Clam to Jack’s Barefoot Bar, to The Upside-Down Bar, and ended at The Love Café. The day just before we hit The Love Café, under cerulean skies, Yulán stumbled blindfolded along a very questionable path. Her heart was pounding as her toes creeped forward meeting soft sand. She saw the most beautiful sign as Tyron dropped to one knee. She said yes. Cue the happy tears, the celebratory drinks… and a rapidly growing wedding to-do list. And now, here we are, dancing our way into the next chapter – surrounded by feta, faith, and phenomenal friends.