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Travel Blogs from Port Elizabeth
Port Elizabeth to Tsitsikama
... here, things still look pretty much like it used to be long ago. After doing a number of jumps for joy along the route (Tom), we arrived at the old bridge. The “coke” water in the stream was crystal clear. At the beginning of the bridge a designated parking area should have made us think about the rest of the road. We did not. We were rather euphoric in this setting and just wanted to see more. After about another hour of ...
Tausend Elephanten
... wir hatten Glueck. Nach kurzer Zeit trafen wir schon auf eine Horde Zebras direkt am Strassenrand. Danach gings weiter mit Kudus, Antilopen, Warzenschweine etc. Und endlich nach einer halben Ewigkeit sahen wir unseren ersten Elephanten- allerdigns nur von hinten. Er trottete gemuetlich vor unserem Auto her.
DOCH DANN: Warteten etwa 30 Elephanten am Wasserloch auf uns!!! Kleine und Grosse, Familien und einsame Bullen, alles!!! Als wir nach etwa 1000 fotos weiterfuhren, waren ...
Actie Aidshaven, ziekenhuisavontuur en Tsitsikamma
... bijgeroepen om mee te kijken… Toen ik de kamer binnenkwam zei de hematoloog: “Do you see the floor? It won’t be a soft landing!” Oftewel, pas op dat je niet flauwvalt.. Gelukkig ging het nu goed en had ik nergens last van. Na die tijd zij een van de artsen: See one, do one, teach one! Next time its you.. Nu weet ik niet of ze een grap maakte of niet… zo niet, sterkte aan de volgende patiënt!
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Purring like a truck...
... water. I had venison and bacon pasta in cream sauce. It was so good but after 3 bites my body told me it was time to take a break from all the food. So I took it to go and will hopefully finish it sometime in the next few days.
We made our way back to Gill and Mark’s to chill for the evening. For some reason this was the day we ended up watching Eat Pray Love. Way too many times during the movie Gillian would say "I’ve ...
Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty....
... morning, we decide that one more night’s rest at this hotel would do wonders for us, so we change rooms and extend for another day. The highlight of the morning is Jill receiving an email from a guy she met in Europe years ago, telling her that he was now married, but regretted it, and that he really should be with her. Wow…what excitement! How should she respond? Was this a case of mistaken identity? Maybe a late-night, drunken email? We read it over a few ...