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... Wendy and Maree headed off to the Century City Shopping Centre to buy walking poles while most others descended on the Food Lovers Market Café for lunch - wow, what a choice.
Glen, Helen and Jan were disappointed to learn that their shark swimming program for Thursday had been cancelled - plans are emerging for a similar venture at Port Lincoln South Australia.
A walk ...
... after at least 2 hours of trying various devices, national codes and numbers.
Tonight was the last time we had dinner without American friends Vince John and Susannah who were moving to another table tomorrow as they had friends joining the ship at Cape Town. They kindly brought a long a bottle of champagne.
Ballroom dancing was early tonight and so we had a good crack at everything including the rumba and crawled into bed at about half past ...
... woke up, groomed, and did their hierarchical fight. The first came out and did his sentry duty till another braved the cold and took over. After about half an hour they'd all made it out and started to forage. They cover significant area in a day - the guide had followed them fora full day recently and they covered over 5km. One Meerkat stands sentry and calls out the all clear or warning calls as appropriate whilst the others forage. Once another Meerkat gets ...
... seeing was living in what is called a windy house. This is a little shanty off of the main house. The reason we had to wait was because they had some attack pit bulls roaming the yard. We asked a boy if they would bite, and he said they would. After the dogs were "under control", we went back to the windy house. Just as we were walking up to the door, the dogs got out and bolted for us. One of the kids ran to ...
... through passport control, where a lovely officer stamped my battered South African passport and welcomed me home; through customs and out into the airport. I wore that silly grin when I stepped out into the African sunlight and it was like walking in to a wall of heat.
I wore a silly grin because there is nothing, nothing in the world, quite like going home.
I have talked a bit about home, it's something that I have thought a lot about over my ...