Doreale Grande Kempton Park

It's a beautiful morning, but it is also an emotional, tearful one as all our group members say goodbye to one another at breakfast. One after another compliments and commends the group collectively and then our tour leader/guides. Boyd sings "We&#8217;re Here For A Good Time" by Trooper and the whole group joins in the chorus:<br><br> We&#8217;re here for a good time, not a long time.<br> So have a good time, the ...

... experiences, going around using local transport and meeting the local community.<br>When I am not working, I make sure my shack looks at its best, I cook very often, do laundry, play very loud music and dance !<br><br>What do you like the most in Soweto?<br>The people. We all come from different horizons but there is a spirit of togetherness, we get along and look out for each other. <br><br>I live in a shack but everyone is welcome.<br><br>What do you think should be ...

... after falling in love with a handbag worth US$1,500. Thankfully for us when we returned to the hostel just after 11 our room was ready and we were able to check in. Wicked. Splurged on a lovely double which turned out to be a lovely big room with wooden floor boards, bay window overlooking the garden and pool with double and single bed. It was massive. After emptying our packs and sorting our disgustingly filthy clothes ...

... weaves back and forth just as if you're driving up a mountain. This place is amazing. Everywhere you look, there's something new to see. We found a ton of little passageways and trails. We walked down to the 'infinity pool' (which just means that it overflows to down below it, but it looks like it just goes on forever). From here, we could see the entire city of Johannesburg ...

... we flew to Capetown and have been staying with Joseph's cousin Caroline, as well as cousin Jaye and her husband Chris from the USA who are also here travelling. Caroline was busy stage managing the international ballet competition at the Artscape centre on the Waterfront and thus we didn't get to see her until Saturday, but had a lovely visit with uncle Michael and his partner Jenny and her three boys. We have explored on foot and ...

... photos. After the group had left, only Kurt and I were left. We only had a few hours to pass before I had to head to the airport as well. It was at the airport that I suddenly realized I was no longer going to have this group of people to rely on anymore. I was heading to Cape Town all by myself. I was excited and nervous all at the same time. I couldn't wait for what was in store for me there.

... a Thursday. (Thai Airways flies to Bangkok from Jo'burg three times a week - Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays.) A phone call to Thai Airways' Jo'burg office by Anja confirmed that this would be possible. The next step was to find me a place to sleep in Jo'burg for the night as there were no flights from Windhoek that would arrive in Jo'burg early enough for me to catch my 13:35 flight to Bangkok. Anja sent me away (to the internet cafe) for a half an hour while she ...

... probably spends £200000 on investing in an automated brown paper bag beater which no doubt breaks down, when they could just get an African guy to do it for £100 a month. And more over if they have someone particularly career orientated, he has the prospect of sludge humping and blowing himself up to look forward to if he beats enough bags with enough enthusiasm. That evening I was relaxing by the pool at the resort surrounded by frogs. One of them - a ...

... back and then we just saw a cloud of african dust - AWESOME! The lions missed though can you believe it - we saw nature at its best happening right infront of us. On the way out of the park the largest elephant known to man decided to take the same route as us along the road - so you have to stop to let it pass - the debs panicked and said i had to turn the car around and go in the opposite direction. so there we are with this elephant ...

... Having been in the relative safety of the countryside, it struck me how much Jo'burg resembles a prison. I hadn't noticed previously, but not only are most houses surrounded by high fences plastered with security stickers (ADT and Chubb must be raking it in here), but they also have bars on all the windows and more barbed wire than a farmyard. I don't know how people can live like that. In keeping with tradition, I ...