So the only place to start with my first full week in South Africa has got to be the reason I'm in Cape Town, the volunteer coaching at Observatory Junior School. The whole week me and Derek coached the younger years, from the ages of 5-9 so we knew it was going to be a handful. Rather than coaching sessions it was more like PE lessons. The main problem being that in the past they have had no structure to this side of their education, and so we used agility...

So I arrived at Manchester airport in good spirits, packing having gone surprisingly easily given the fact that I had been away for the whole weekend working on the Donuts & Dips jugganaut at Radio 1's Big Weekend. However things soon took a turn south when I got to the check-in desk and they inspected my passport..."sir did you know you have a small tear in your passport photo page?" Well obviously not otherwise I would have done something about ...

So Saturday started with my ill stomach in full flow after the beers and mexican. Also felt slightly hungover having drunk for the first time since the weekend, so decided to have a quiet day until heading to Newlands rugby stadium in the evening to watch the Super 14 rugby union final between the Cape Town Stormers and Joburg Bulls on a big screen in the bowels of the stand with Denise from the school and all her family, the Dutch girls and Derek. Couldn't res...

Today was the beginning of the Mardi Gras build up and the parades would be getting into full flow later in the day. Me and Gareth decided therefore that we wanted at least one set of fancy beads each that we would keep for the rest of the week rather than throwing at women to show us their breasts. But before we could head for town breakfast was needed and so we followed one of Jack's suggestions and headed to the most famous pancake house in New Orleans whi...

Superbowl day! All the people who had hung out at the hostel the past few days had decided to watch it together, including me, but we hadn't decided where we were going to watch it. We had arranged a time to leave the hostel but I was an hour behind schedule so I rang up to find out where they had found as the whole city was heaving with people everywhere you went. They were in a bar called Sneaky Pete's in the French Quarter. When I arrived it was a narrow one...