Heading down from Joburg we managed to get lost immediately, turned around and eventually found our way onto the N3 down towards Durban. Turning off at Harrismith we took our tiny Chevy along 30km of 'under repair' road, which meant that it was one lane of potholes up to our axels. Finally we battled through and passed a sign casually stating the pass we were driving through was at 1718m above sea level, not far short of an Australian ski field. As we drove tow...

After 26 hours of delightful travel we surfaced in Joburg, bought a vodacom sim card and jumped a taxi to Fontainebleu. Arriving at the home of our couch surfing host Hanneke, we were greeted by two massive white wolves and reconsidered the beds offered. Perhaps they weren't worth losing a limb or two? Nevertheless we entered the sprawling house and were welcomed warmly. That afternoon we joined a braai, feasting on lamb chops, sausage and a multitude of salads,...