After deciding to hand my clothes in at the laundrette I was forced to pull out a few items from my rucksack, it was just a shame that they were all so tightly crammed that every single item had a multitude of creases running through it. Nevertheless I pulled out my trusty boots that had been folded up at the bottom of the bag, neatly harvesting my sarong that was supposed to serve me well in Zanzibar - except for the fact that it was so nicely put away in said boots that I forgot it! When rummaging through my bag I was dismayed to find the thieving Africans had taken my penknife! It was safely stored in my side pocket, locked away with the padlock, and neatly removed by whoever had decided they deserved more than me. Not the best way to begin the day.

To top it off the Rikki driver then short-changed me when I arrived at the Victoria & Albert Waterfront. Swell. Oh and further to those mishaps I was then charged twice by a cheeky market seller within the Waterfront mall, when she said my card hadn't gone through properly for a t-shirt, so I quickly said 'oh don't worry, I've got cash', not putting together the fact that I'd already put my pin in and so the card had of course gone through. Three things, but at least they'd all happened by 10am!

I spent my day wandering around the craft market and the Waterfront, buying two rings and an ostrich egg bracelet! It wasn't an impulse buy though - I walked around the entire Waterfront before going back to spend 220rand on it. Well spent. I made up for my frivolity by opting for a jar of hot chocolate from the Woolworths rather than one from a cafe - swings and roundabouts.

I worked my way over to Nobel Square whilst I was by the water, saw Nelson and Desmond, not sure who the other two were... they might be worthy of a Nobel, but they're not too good on the memorable front.

Looking around the souvenir shops I was surprised to see all the carvings, bowls, and salad servers that had occupied the stalls throughout my time on the truck. The only difference now was that they had barcodes on them and much higher prices. It felt as though I'd entered the fake Africa, as though I'd left the heart of Africa now that carvings of men and animals were bunched together in crates under price tags rather than being held by locals who bartered with you at every possible chance. It was a strange feeling.

p.s. I felt quite bad about not knowing who the other two Nobel Square statues were of, so I Googled and found out they're Albert Luthuli and F.W. de Klerk. See, I'm not a complete ignoramus. Partially, but not complete.