Summerstand Inn Port Elizabeth

I woke up feeling like **** but in a rush as I had to get onto the Bazbus. I think I was still drunk, my stomach was not at its best so I made a quick decision to make myself sick as I could not take the risk to throw up on the bus. I was so rough, even though I had a shower; I think I probably stank of booze but all I wanted to do was to get back to sleep so I went to back and ...

... all afternoon to finish this section of the blog. We catch the bus this arvo and arrive in Jo’burg in the morning where we will stay overnight with Waynes drop zone friend Beverley and then hopefully do our washing and book a bed in Mumbai for arrival on Tuesday night. PHEWWWWW!!!!!!!

... is. It's somewhere I think I need to go back to as it was all a bit of a blur.

The cruise first stopped off at Tulear in Madagascar which is so green and luscious, as well as boasting some pretty nice beaches as well. Sadly we didn’t get to see much of the island as my sister hand a bit of a stomach bug and so we stayed on the boat for most of the time. On the plus side, thanks to my sisters job, it was a luxury ...

... the binoculars around and looked at the rhino.

All of a sudden Brittany paused. “Guys,” she said, “I think it’s a warthog.” Lindsey and Sarah refused to believe her and had to confirm for themselves. Unfortunately, as the “rhino” turned toward us, we realized that we had been fooled. Sadly, we took off for the rest of the park. We stopped for lunch in a lion free enclosure, and saw another watering hole full of ...

Not the most brilliant compulsory Bazbus stop ever, we arrived at 11pm and were taxied down the road away from the hostel to 'Faith Alley' our own self-catered cottage. PE at night is about as pleasing on the eye as Chernobyl. It's badly lit, deserted but for a few suspicious looking characters and seems simply dangerous. It's also the windiest place on earth. The next morning we went to Hobes Beach which is nice, only spoilt by the ...

... on Mondays. The next morning we were back at the airport and ready to start our South African adventure. We flew into Port Elizabeth on the southern coast and rented a Nissan X-trail to take us down the Garden Route. We spent two nights in the Chapman Hotel situated on a hill only one block from the beach offering amazing views of the Indian Ocean. It was wintertime so we were not able to use the small infinity pool or lay on the beach, but ...

... and dealing with AIDS/HIV. It was a facinating visit and left me with a lot of respect for Wayne for the help he provided. Following a good bit of lunch in Barneys (which I have been told is the best bar in South Africa) we headed back to Waynes to chill before he put on a good braai himself. The next morning at a stupidly early time (6am) Wayne's dad kindly dropped us off at the bus stop for the next stage of our adventures - the Baz Bus.

... surfing photos courtesy of trigger happy tenae. (Tenae also reckoned I was a natural, not wishing to talk myself up!) The rest of the afternoon we spent doing a serious amount of surf gear shopping visiting the various factory shops for Billabong, Rip Curl & Quiksilver. (No Anna, using all our 10% off vouchers won't get us clothes for free!) Purchases - Eddie 6, Anna 3, Tenae 3, Adi 0 (and i've ...

... the exit. As we were approximately 25 minutes late, we were pleasantly greeted by a 10 ft steel electrified gate that is not just closed, but it is chained and padlocked shut, to top that off the guards station has its lights out and there is no one in sight. It was almost dark by this time and it was 40 KM to the next gate with a pride of hungry lions between us at that gate. Options included: - Having Heidi climb the electrified fence (my vote) - Scott attempt to jump the fence ...

... what I mean. It was pretty low key as I sat by the fire reading and such, drinking out of my humoungo jug o' water. I think I am embarking on a bit of a health kick at the moment as I have been a bit mean to my body over the past while. The next morning I went to Addo Elephant Park with Pete (Lou called him Pat all day for some reason that we don't know of) and Lou but not before getting well lost. We drove from township to township and I was touched by the little boy ...