By 11 o'clock this morning I'd already said goodbye to the final 7, today is the first day I'm truly on my own since that first night in Nairobi. Tears flowed after I'd read an email from Mum and Dad and sat in the lobby to wait for my lift to the airport at 12, but not until after I'd had butter beans on toast! The driver loaded me and two other women into the car, only to find out at the end of the road that the middle-aged woman was actually waiting for a tou...

One final roll of the tent, one last throwing of the rucksack onto the truck and we were off to Johannesburg, not before taking a picture of the outdoor toilet and pitchfork gate. One of the better African toilets we'd encountered. Elton cooked scrambled eggs, beans, and toast for us - great grub to recover from the night before. Going through the South African border was uneventful; we even used hand dryers in the toilets! How swish the toilets become as you ...