South Africa

Woke up to a great breakfast and wonderful coffee – I could really get used to this lifestyle. Great for the state of mind, maybe not so great for the waistline but oh well. Said goodbye to Flippie’s parents for a couple of days and headed into town to stock up on the essentials – which consisted largely of avocado, cheese, chocolate & coffee. Seems about right really. Into the Kruger via Crocodile Gate and the game spotting began. I’ve been to Africa before but I’d forgotten just how alive the bush really is – animals and birds everywhere and of course just immeasurably better than being at any zoo, even really good ones like in Singapore.

So we landed at a reasonably chilly Johannesburg airport (around nine degrees when we got there I think, though it was about 7.30 in the morning), navigated customs etc without incident, sorted out SIM cards etc for phones (well Bec did, my phone has packed a sad and isn’t working so we’ll see what happens in Europe – if it doesn’t work there it might be time for a new one) and then bought the worst airport coffee ever to while away the time until the shuttle bus arrived. Seriously, this coffee was BAD. Worse than the stuff at Chch airport by quite a margin. And that’s saying something.