Another 6am start this morning but this time there will be no animals involved( I hope). Booked into play golf at 8am at Pretoria Golf Club which is just down the road from here. The weather is looking like it may get a bit angry in a while so will have to wait and see if it would be wise to leave my lovely warm, dry room...(secretly hoping for these forecasted thunderstorms...). I could do with a 'rest' day, the dark clouds are lurking anyways....(woohoo)

8am:Golf cancelled, fat day by the pool in store! Bulli, (guest house owner) has just informed me that KFC delivers 24/7 here- why did she wait five days to tell me this?? The menu has now been tactically placed by my bedside! She did tell me that she'll cook me dinner later today so KFC is on hold for a few hours anyways...

Going to visit an African tribal village, which includes a buffet dinner of African food (so Bulli gets the evening off in the kitchen) at 3pm, it is 9am now. Until then it's time to damage my insides with greasy food and outsides with the baking sun that has just popped out to burn the s***e out of me again.

3pm: No Germans with myself and KG today thankfully! Unfortunately a bus load of senile old American folk joined us just before the Lesedi village tour started. Looks like I was going to be the youngest on this tour by a few decades.An evening of a million questions loomed, so it was time to swallow a few beers to ease the inevitable pain on the ears that ensued! Plan B was to just pretend I didn't speak English but three hours not talking is not possible for me...

430pm: Twenty two geriatrics and myself were taken around five different tribal villages by a hyperactive apparently authentic Zulu warrior... I should never have said I was from Ireland, think the Americans were more fascinated by me than the Zulus! Between the constant questioning and snail pace walking, I should have just stayed in my bed...in saying that though it was pretty cool to see the crazy tribal dancing, all the Zulus (etc!) jumping around the place while all the locals were whistling and beating the s***e out of a few drum kits- not too dissimilar to a Saturday night in Horans residents bar!

The buffet dinner after was a feast of epic proportions. First, we had to wait until the 'king' of the tribe stocked his plate up, but I was next in the queue- there was no way I was getting stuck behind the old folk! I tried some buffalo, crocodile(nasty!), ostrich along with the usual trimmings...the food made the tour more worthwhile in all fairness. I thought KG would have to carry me to the van but he didn't hold back either, so we both staggered back but not before 'forcing' some cheesecake into the belly.

9pm: Day done and no more tours planned in Pretoria so expecting a quiet, uneventful weekend by the pool ahead of the trip next week. I'm sure something will happen tomorrow worth writing about, if not I'll just make it up!