Brookes Hill Suite Port Elizabeth

... various kinds of "bok". <br>Ate excpetionally well (whats new) and the menu included Kudu which we tried for the first time and found it to be really tasty and tender (no we didn't hunt it if you're wondering).....<br>Have just arrived in the tropics of Singapore, going on to Phuket for 2 weeks of R&amp;R. We look forward to updating you again soon<br>N&amp;D<br>XOX<br><br>

... at samle os op. Vi skulle bare ringe naar vi var der, saa det gjorde jeg. Det fik jeg ikke meget ud af. Ham der sad i receptionen kendte ikke noget til vores booking og han vidste ikke om nogen kunne hente os. Han bad os om at ringe igen klokken 7. Det gjorde jeg saa og han var stadig i tvivl og fortalte at der ikke var kommet nogle andre paa trods af at de skulle have moedt nu. Saa valgte vi at tage en taxa til et andet hostel. Det irriterende hernede er at mange Sydafrikanere er ...

... because when I came out, the bus was driving off!!!! I could not believe it - I had to run to catch up and some people saw me so the driver eventually stopped. That was way too intense for the way I was feeling!!! People had just assumed, I had left as they use services station as pick up and drop off points!!<br><br>We changed driver at some point and the new one was called Patrick ...

<br><br>Saturday 26th September. Port Elizabeth is a disappointment as the Laundromat couldn&#8217;t do our washing and closed at midday and the water front was sad looking and jaded. We had a nice hot breKky though at a café down the road and then returned to the backpackers where I have ...

... beautiful vineyards and mountains. We all had three courses each, and had fancy food such as chilled avocado and gorgonzola soup and lamb and chickpea salad (that's the shortened description as opposed to the actual, somewhat pretentious menu description), and it came to under a tenner ahead. After washing that down with a glass of wooded cabernet sauvignon, we decided we'd exhausted the vineyards and it was time to get to our final destination...

We woke up on Sunday and slowly packed out things. As much as we wanted to stay forever we knew that the Garden Rout was calling. As like always I cried as we pulled out of the complex. Who knows when I'll get see them all again. They guys really are like family to me. I used to live with some of them and the others are always hanging around. Justin made me feel better and let me pick the music as we drove to the airport. As ...

... before we left him to it. We then also saw another large herd of elephants as well as following a male lion for around 10 minutes before we headed off again and viewed more game before returning home to yet another 4 course meal. On our way though we saw a caracle and her kitten, who knows how Ryle saw it. Again we were shattered and went home to the tent early to get a good nights sleep before rising early the next morning for another game drive. Day 12 - 5TH ...

... to experience a proper braai (BBQ)! More surfing but Vicky's injuries are testament to her rather limited (ie non-existent) skill levels! Vicky also did her first dive in the pool - got on fine once she remembered to stop holding her breath! Flying to Johannesburg on Tuesday and then onto Thailand on Friday. Thanks to all of you who have stayed in touch via email (vweatherhogg@yahoo.co.uk and richberry 361981@yahoo.co.uk )

... managed to get those pages where they needed to go: my insurance company, so I'll get some $$ reimbursement for my hospital trips. I realize I've written entirely too much about the hand and not enough about this fabulous country. I'm looking into newspapers at the moment for job openings. There is so much not-for-profit to be had all over Africa, and I'm beginning to believe that my next trip (November 2006 if all goes to 'plan') might just lead ...

... stare at vendor material without causing interest on behalf of the merchant to start his sales pitch. A glimmer of people's lives can be learned from a brief, hidden observing look. American music blared in one ear as we passed shops; a pathetic attempt of shop owners to 'westernize' their products. It's ironic really, as natives of each country (myself equally guilty) never seem to appreciate the music and beauty of their own land. After soaking up this experience ...