Old Umtali Guest House
Travel Blogs from Johannesburg
The end of the road
... to accept that I'm going home when really I'm ready to fly to another continent like Kylie is about to, ready to start exploring anew. To think that of this world I've set foot on 3 continents does not excite me, but saddens me. To think that at I've seen and explored less than half of the world is what drives me to start planning anew my next trip. I run into other travellers, overlanders, backpackers, and hear where they've been, what they've done. And it makes me think of ...
Wks 67 & 68 - Northern Drakensberg to Joburg
... promise of many more exciting adventures in the sun kissed tan of the fields and endless ripple of the mountains. We arrived at Amphitheatre Backpackers in the Northern Drakensberg and I immediately signed myself up for their day trips to Lesotho and Tugela Falls. Being the middle of winter in the middle of July, the nights were a little chilly with grass frozen into tiny icicles in the morning haze.
The 2 hour drive to the border with Lesotho was a beautiful ...
It Starts.
... correctly named) hostel, Brown Sugar.
Visited a local shopping centre this afternoon, stopped by China Town on the way to buy some fruit. A local young guy saw me with three mandarins and cheekily yelled out “Hey Sista!!” Sista!!!” and motioned for one. Not sure whether it was his audacity or the momentary feeling of being a “Sista” but something worked and he scored some of it. The walk was ...
Couchsurfing!
After a day at the hostel, only nipping out to replace my broken camera, Bettina, the German stranger who kindly offered to host me this evening came and picked me up to take me to her place. No sooner had we arrived than we were getting ready to go out.
We started off with dinner in an art cafe, eating outside, exhibition inside and then headed to the Alexander ...
Opening Game Recap
Again getting to the stadium was a nightmare. Luckily we paid a driver from the hotel to take us. It appears that there is a single road leading into the stadium and there is no traffic control. Once we got there, well as close as we could we still had about a mile walk.
The approach was like that of any stadium vendors, fans singing, cops urinating on ...