I remember going to see “Who framed Roger Rabbit” at the Zwartkops Drive-in in my pyjamas.
I remember my brother and I hiding under the blankets on the back seat and in the boot as my father instructed. We all knew this was less about saving us the nominal fee than about the heart in your mouth thrill of it all.
This photo reminds me of the scene, or that part of the scene where you are coming back from the cafeteria with cokes and popcorn and trying to remember where the car was parked, only there are no more cars at the Zwatkops Drive-in at this time off night. For a while go-carts raced its wheel-lined boundaries on weekends, all that remains now are the tyres. That was quite a while ago. It all seems a little out of focus when a think about it now.