Hluhluwe Imfolozi Hilltop Camp Durban

... in Durban is limited. Despite almost constant rain, I've enjoyed walking around the city a bit and visiting several small museums.

Tomorrow I'm heading up into the northern Drakensberg mountains, where I hope the weather will be good enough to hike and ride horseback over the next couple of days.

Well here I am again in Hillcrest. Spent the week, sorting through clothes to take down in to the valley to distribute amongst the orphans. They were distributed on Wednesday, it has been a variety of weather as well...really hot to quite cold......not sure why I am here early, but I learning to take each day as it comes...

... into SA for 1 hour before passing through the border control to enter Swaziland, most people think it is part of SA but it never has been, it is a mountain kingdom with a distinctive culture. The people are warm and very friendly and it appeared to be more affluent.
Same old problem though, out of season so activity choices were limited, we settled for horse riding in the beautiful mountain scenery but it rained a lot !! so enthusiasm was ...

... driver's seat which did not prove to be as difficult as I expected. Within the first two hours we got a flat tire which we were able to change in a safe location (the middle of no where) since Freestate is just huge fields with the occasional farm house and one robot (stoplight) town. Then a little further along the way somehwere else amidst the fields we stopped for a girl and her mother (?) desparetly flagging for help with ther broken (?) VW bug ...

I didn't have much time to spend in Durban, the place where my working career began, amongst other things. I always manage to relate economies back to it, since I spent a lot of time visiting companies, government departments and educational institutions in those years. The main problem I have now is that it seems things have changed quite rapidly back home. When it comes to beers I still think in terms of my student days, largely because it was a vital part of my ...

South Africa is really... white. Durban is dangerous at night and there
is a huge mall. They have blackouts every day for two hours at two in
the afternoon, and even the malls shut down.

... Of course, I was only 26-29 yrs old and not 35.5. Six plus years can't make that big of a difference! :-) I'm not good at being sick as I get bored really easily. I don't have a TV or internet access in the apartment, and I can only read so much. In addition to the textbook, I read Sarah Bilston's Bed Rest and two magazines, all of which Sami picked up and read in London before arriving here, and started reading Wally ...

... had any customers. As soon as I made the slightest glance in one direction, someone came to offer their assistance. This was very different from the other vendors. After the market, we went to uShaka Marine World on the south coast. The Drace's have a family pass. There's an aquarium in an old ship and a giant water park. I swam for a bit and did several of the waterslides with Melanie and the kids - the child in me loved it. On ...

... fa grepp om vilka resurser som finns och se panoramat av skador och sjukdomar. Har hittills kunnat ga till och fran jobbet (om jag gar hem fore 17, sen blir det for farligt) ca 15min enkel vag - ett maratonlopp for de flesta sydafrikaner av klass. De bor formligen i bilen. Nu nar jag har flyttat har jag inget val, min hyresvard kor mej varje morgon klocka 6.30 till sjukhuset. Jobbet ar sa likt det vi gor hemma (ser till att patienter ...

My first entry into South Africa was by train in 1976. At the Mafeking border, a white officer was indignant at finding me in third class. At the ticket window in Bulawayo I had been sold the ticket by a black person, whether in ignorance of what was in store for me, or out of a sense of protest and mischief at setting two white people at odds. I was forced to buy a new ...