After a blonde surprise sandwich in Jeffreys bay, we headed to the bus stop. Being a Sunday morning we weren't expecting a bus for some time. Luck was on our side and a black man pulled over an accepted our tiny payment offer to take us all the way to PE airport... Thought that this was to good to be true, and I was a bit worried hen he started to drive in the wrong direction, then into a shanty... Turned out ok in the end, although slightly awkward when he said he doesn't like White people, Afrikaans, English or American.... However, true to his word he dropped us off at the airport where we waited for Maureen and Christo to arrive and pick us up..
Had not seen Maureen in 2 years, and it was so nice to see a friendly face, we squeezed in a tiny little car, bags and all, and headed for Kenton!
Arriving at Kenton was Mary-Lou and Simon with their welcoming hugs and smiles was perfect. Although I think I have broken a finger in my hand due a scuff in J'Bay and Simons hand shake made me crumple into him, but I like to think I disguised it well. They were both so kind and welcoming, I was quite taken-aback by it initially. After travelling for so long and to see people we knew and were close too was amazing. The fact w had our own room, with comfy beds and a set of draws each.. We could actually unpack! Their house was perfect, nice open plan with a pool table, comfy sitting room and lovely brai area and garden. That first night we had t-bone steaks, salad and roar veg! I hadn't eaten like this for months! Such a treat. After food we were offered/forced to try some of their newly discovered lemon liqueur.. I wasn't a great fan... That night I lay in bed on clean, crisp sheets thinking how lucky we both were.