Garden Court Eastgate
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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We flew from Sydney on the 10am flight direct to Jo'berrg. This meant we had to leave Melbourne early. We had only one hour to get from Domestic Terminal to International Terminal. Ruby at one of my accounting office clients paniked me. "You will miss your flight you do not hac]ve enough time ". I didn't sleep a wink. So up we got at 4:30am and off …
... essentially followed us around Melville selling us things, they find materials that are trash like coke cans and spare wire and wield it into things of great intricacy and beauty. There are dozens of items here that are made by persons (frequently women) whose crafting said items are their sole source of income. In the US this claim would seem very disingenuous and downright fraudulent; but I had no difficulty believing it, ...
... in our pockets to spend on lunch, where we dined and played Kaiser for the next four hours. Everyone resisted the urge to doze knowing of the pending sixteen and a half hour flight to Atlanta, followed by another two and a half hours to Minneapolis and another two from there to Saskatoon! I can almost see my ankles swelling already!
And so ends our African Adventure. Words cannot begin to express the range of experiences encountered during our brief visit. We met ...
... it could not be seen. We liked her lots as any typical SA will know " a boer maak n plan" attitude is always appreciated. So now happily ensconced in our air conditioned bus and stocked with sufficient Seybrew we were ready to tackle our adventure. Jude was an excellent guide who could even say " goie more". We drove through Victoria and around the entire island before arriving at the Takamaka distillery for our tour. Very interesting to hear the history of the place but as the ...
... around me. In the row ahead of me is a group of very friendly (and oddly handsy) Afrikaaners with the heaviest accents I've ever heard. They offered me a few fun pills to sleep my way to Africa, but I assured them the wine is enough. And this particular Merlot is making me disgustingly introspective.
I want to say I'm scared or terrified, but I'm the man on the plane. I'm not alone. Oblivion is a lot prettier with 50 strangers for company. And a bottle of wine, of course.