6am here, breakfast includes all you can eat bacon,eggs,sausages,mushrooms, tomatoes, hash browns, toast and.....FISH FINGERS...naturally I am not fit to move now- that's some reckless eating as the sun rises! Getting picked up shortly for a day trip of Soweto and Johannesburg- no idea what the itinerary is but hopefully the tour isn't full of the token crew of a few annoying Germans, an old couple from the US and a couple of sulky friends from somewhere in Northern Europe, or maybe even a drunk group of Irish backpackers...Jaysus I hope not...I'll have to pretend I don't speak English for ten hours!

Well I wasn't far off the mark...only one extra person on the tour( German of course!). Along with the tour guide KG( short for kilograms, as he was fat in school apparently!), it was a pretty interesting day...

After a quick spin around to see Nelson Mandela's house( no invite in for tea!) we headed off to the Apartheid Museum. I started the day wondering how many times I would hear the name Nelson Mandela today, I stopped counting after ten minutes with the count at twelve, I'm presuming it would have been in the hundreds and didn't want to waste the day keeping track...

The museum was pretty interesting- slightly depressing but that was to be expected. Apparently photos were forbidden but I must have missed that one and not spotted any of those signs stating this....I got an albums worth...

For lunch, I devoured back an Ostrich burger, similar to beef but little bit spicy! It was at lunch I realized that the German dude loved booze...three beers and three Jameson's in forty five minutes- not a bad haul...

After lunch, we headed to Soweto. A city of five million people with only three white people living there! The city was a little run down but also had some very rich areas where the three white people lived along with African business people. The locals were extremely friendly and all smiles...I even got in a slagging match with one of them who was wearing a scummy Man United jersey...think he won that battle...when KG heard I was a Liverpool fan, he thought it would be great to sing ''Boya, boya Man United'' in my face continuously until I threatened not to tip him!! I thought 'boya' was some sort of African lingo but that's what KG thought United fans were singing when they sing that awful song,''Glory, glory Man United' he nearly crashed the car laughing when I explained this to him..seriously this dude was nuts....

When he told us that you can buy a handgun in Soweto for less than five euro, it was time to tell him to ''Drive it on boss..''

With the German whiskey lover snoring, sweating and smelling out the car it was time to wrap it up for the day! KG wanted me to wake him up before dropping me off, ''Karma my Man United buddy, best of luck waking up the beast...'' I'll find out tomorrow if KG is still alive...

Cheetahs and Hyenas tomorrow- time to polish up the Nikes....