So back on Hwy 4 on our second full day in South Africa we are better rested and able to tackle the traffic.The good news is there aren't a lot of cars heading this way. Along both the Number 4 and the Number 49 we had to watch out for cattle, goats and radar traps through the villages. Finally we made it hot and tired to the Bush House. OK.... I thought the last place was great and it was but here they greeted us with cool wet towels and a cold drink of ...

After about ten hours in the bed and only around five hours sleep we set off to pick up our car and the proper power adaptor for South Africa. Both quests were succesful. Along with our Toyota two door (no air) standard white compact car came a free cell phone.... well free isn't really as advertised. When you add the insurance and 1500Rand deposit which you (hope to) get back when you return the phone. Budget puts 5200 Rand on your Visa with the same gua...

So here we are in this amazing part of the world. After 5 hours on the first flight to Washington DC and another 15 hours and 16 minutes (I counted every one of them)..... we are finally here, showered, feeling refreshed with a red wine in hand.The blog title refers to the strange instructions we recieved on South African Airlines.   I could understand what they were saying but now I don't understand what they mean. Could be a long month.The bad news was ...

Mpumalanga.. what kind of a name is that and how exactly do you pronounce it? If I lived in South Africa I might just get people to pronounce words like that just so I could hear there take on it. And what about Krugersdorp or Welverdiend or Suikerbosrand or Roodekopjes? All those places are in either the province of Mpumalanga or Gautang... in other words close together. So you see I've been doing my homework for this trip. Something tells me I would li...

Our third night on the Island was anything but peaceful. We had a gale blowing all night and rain pounding down on our tent. At one point Shane had to get up and cut the remaining ropes to one of the tarps as it was whipping and thrashing around. The West Coast is a spectacular place but it is also a place where you can feel quite vulnerable. That morning we all crawled out of bed with bloodshot eyes and a new respect for mother nature. The winds had calmed ...