The end of the journey this morning and a late start as we headed off to Cape Town. We left just after 10am, which meant I had enough time to race into town and get a real English breakfast.

I spent the entire journey in the cab, catching up on phone numbers and other things with George. We arrived in Cape Town at about mid-day and George and I set off to book a restaurant for tonight's farewell dinner. After we had done that we scoped out a bar to take people to afterwards and then went and grabbed a quick lunch from this place where I think you had to cut yourself and have a sideways fringe to get treated decently. George couldn't understand why people weren't being nice to us today (the people in the restaurant were a bit weird too), we don't look that scruffy today, do we? I said. George laughed.

We headed back to Ashanti lodge and I got settled in my dorm, I then went out the check out Long Street. I found it with no problems and went for a stroll, my main objective was to get a new bag as another one has now bitten the dust. Three months that's all, I in this life manage to get out of one.

I walked back to the Lodge just in time to get ready for dinner, we went to a place called Arnold's and I had Gemsbok Wellington, possibly one of the best meals I have ever eaten, although I didn't know what a Gemsbok was at the time. I also tried warthog ribs, George had Kudu which came smothered in a kind of berry sauce, which was a bit weird. George made a speech, which everyone loved, especially the raping Africa part, the joke that has just gone around and around on the truck ever since we picked this lot up in Dar es Salaam.

After dinner we headed to Rafiki's for a few drinks, we stayed there for about an hour, it was noisy and very crowded so we headed for Long Street. On the way we went down Kloof Street and Saasveld Lodge, where I had stayed with Dragoman. I couldn't believe I was standing outside the building where I had first stepped foot on and Overland truck and where I had begun the Epic Adventure of Cape Town to Cairo….and where I am now ending this adventure, and beginning a new one.

It was Friday night and Long street was really crowded and everywhere had a cover charge. George ended up negotiating us getting into this one club which was full of Pilipinos and almost completely empty. The music was terrible, I had a few shots and a beer and ended up dancing on the speaker box, not because I was drunk, just to liven the place up a bit. Almost as soon as I had gotten up there, two photographers with huge cameras came from nowhere and started taking pictures of me. I guess that's as off as this place goes. At about 2am I decided I'd had enough to walk back to the hotel on my own, not recommended in Cape Town, or anywhere in South Africa for that matter.

I spent the entire twenty (usually thirty) minute walk running, pretending I was in the group of people in front of me, watching my shadow, watching my reflection in shop doors and basically running back to the lodge. I punched in the code on the door, safe, I thought as I climbed the stairs and got into bed.