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This week was a big week. It’s been in the diary for a few weeks but there wasn’t much that could be done until the day. And Tuesday the 25th of March was the day.
A company by the name of ‘Business Connections” otherwise known as BCX made their annual donation to COPT. They did the same last year but as we were in Margate I’m not entirely sure what it went towards. But this year. when is was announced at a COPT meeting that not ...
... at the Ultra City to fill up the bikes for a last time. Here we said good bye and split up. Ray and I were going to stop at Mooi River for some billies to take home while the rest of the group were having lunch close to Nottingham Road.
Ray and I took the Eston road route back to Illovo Beach and we were very glad to see the ocean again and to finally rest.
So the ride came to an end. It was with sadness that I parked the Explorer in ...
... the area over the last couple of months leaving lots of bamboo and sticks on the beach so it wasn't looking in the best condition but where it had been cleared the beach was lovely and soft with the sea being nice and warm with good waves for body surfing! Unfortunately I had a few bikini malfunctions when attempting to body surf, with the sea having other ideas so a big note to self is to wear a swim suit next time :/ On the first day ...
Well you are probably wondering why it has been so quiet! It has been really busy since I left Morgans Bay early yesterday. We arrived at the airport bright and early but then my plane got delayed and I had no way to contact my cousin because cleverly - not, I had packed phone numbers into my packed luggage. Whilst waiting for the plane, I got talking to someone who informed me that "its really annoying that the ...
... sorry, I had to say it...it fits right? In reality we circled around town for about an hour trying to find our way out. Ended up stopping for coffee and directions. Darn right?
I had to remind myself we were in Africa; it all felt so normal. Hands on the wheel, Kristy in the passenger seat and a destination before us... And me of course futzing with the radio. But the more than occasional 'African reminders' were more than few and ...