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Travel Blogs from Wynberg
... being “old”, so I had to just suck it up and accept that I was
being a woos. Part of the reason that I wanted to do this trip was
because I had been living too comfortably and easily for much too
long, and I wanted to shake up my perspective a little. I wanted to
develop more of an appreciation for what I have. And I wanted to be
a bit uncomfortable. And being nervous proved to me that I certainly
had been too comfortable for ...
A not too early morning start departing Nkwathle camp and it was off to Jo'burg, our last stop on our Acacia Adventures Overland 'Ultimate African Adventure' trip. In the last 46 days we have travelled through and seen some amazing things in 8 countries (Kenya, Uganda, Tanzania, Malawi, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Botswana and South Africa) and met some awesome (and interesting) people. Highlights have been the gorillas (Uganda), elephant orphanage (Kenya, Nairobi), animal orphanage ...
Good bye to Family Hart - we are leaving here today for our 33 days overland adventure through South East Africa.
For one month during the World Cup, we had so much fun with Family Hart, we simply don't know what to say for their amazing hospitality.
They let us stay in their guest room for one month, cooked dinner for us quite often and welcomed us as a part of the family.
Clare went to the same school as Daniel in Southwold in the UK and she is the ...
... N4 and stayed in a chalet for the night. During this first period of our journey we noticed that the radio did not work or the CD player. The cigarette lighter used to power the sat nav did not work - the sat nav we hired went flat. The heater did not work. When reversing in the dark at Zeerust the reverse lights did not work. We continued our journey to Francistown were we stayed the night and realised that the vehicle tended ...
... Trig's mate's and Kerryns brother Rohan, doing shot after shot before going back to the bungalow and getting completely stoned on a joint that Trig whipped up that resembled a bouquet of flowers my mother would whip up in her little flower shed. It worked a treat mind and we were all soon rolling around on the floor in uncontrollable hysterics, trying to sing the same Paulo Nutini song over and over again. The next morning Kerryn, a teacher with ...