Hotel Villa Toscania
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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... teens just returning from 10 months in the US as AFS exchange students. One of them was sent to Troy, Illinois near St. Louis and I said "I'm sorry."
They were fun and had a good time, or at least were putting on a great face. I've talked to many students who were AFS students in the US and the ones that were sent to rural areas seemed to suffer a bit.
... headed to Pretoria on the train, he refused to move from his seat and because of this he was arrested. He was then in prison, here in Johannesburg.
Next stop was at the Carlton Centre where if we wished we could hop off and go to the top of the hotel to have a 360 degree view of the city. We did not get off.
Another stop was to the Apartheid Museum. We did get ...
... of them working the bus station and the official staff did nothing about it. Corruption is growing in South Africa.
The shuttle finally came and we made the short drive to the B&B, a Spartan place but inexpensive. We had a dinner of roast chicken vegetables and rice, the only dish offered, and a glass of wine to relax after what had turned out to be a more hectic day than anticipated. But we’re here, buttoned in, and have a day of rest before ...
... up the week before me), and our first day of freedom (the first day of the rest of our lives!), we decided to head in and soak up our beautiful harbour city. Somehow Mikey convinced me to have lunch at Café Sydney (despite it costing our daily travel budget for 1 meal!), but it was worth it! I got the shock of my life when after main course, out came a little ring box, and the ulterior motive for wanting to go to Café Sydney – Mikey proposed!!! Not ...
... watches syndicated reruns of 'Ellen'. Florence Henderson is guest-starring; that's about as much as I get. My mother's kind of laughing to herself and preparing for the emotional tumor that is slowly metastasizing somewhere around her aorta. Yeah, it ain't pretty.
I have nothing left to do: I've checked my bags and paperwork about six times, I'm dressed to the T, and my breakfast of half a bowl of oatmeal is sitting about as well as a rotten egg. I finally snap and drag ...