February 25th 2007
Journal entry brought to you by Sophie
Wow! Brilliant night's sleep, delicious breakfast, perfect weather! Another shi**y day in Africa as Keith likes to say! I am so lucky.
Today, early (cannot cope with these early starts!!) we went out on the boat. It was amazing! We saw some dolphins so close and they were gorgeous. Little babies swimming with their mothers and others diving out of the water. We didn't see any sharks, which Tami was gutted about but I think the dolphins were perfect enough. It was quite choppy on the waves and Malan went super fast over the water which was ace! Tami and Paloma, sitting on the side, got soaked. I was ok until I got it from both sides at once...
After this we jouneyed to Ronnie's Sex Shop. Don't panic! It is not a porn establishment if that is was you were thinking but rather a bar. Legend has it that several years ago some foreigner graffitied on the wall the word SEX next to the word RONNIE's and the name has stuck ever since. Now travellers from all over the world bring signed underwear to the pub and leave it on the walls and roof beams. It was soooo cool! Suffice to say we didn't leave any, being low on pants anyway so we wrote on the walls instead.
Five minutes down the road was our lodgings for the night. Wamwaterberg Springs. Here we stayed in cute little log cabins, with our own bathroom and kitchen. To make it even better just outside our front door were three hot spring pools, which give the location its name! The hottest is 43C, the next 36C and the last just over 20C. Tami and I were psyched because we were convinced this would improve our skin. (Needless to say for the next three days my face was a minefield because the "natural minerals" brought all the dirt to the surface...hence why there are no photos of me for the next few entries..) We had a great time jumping and swimming in these for several hours. The warmest really was so relaxing but the cold one soon woke you up sufficiently.
We had a delicious meal in the restaurant and tried for the first time the South African delicacy of Malva Pudding, which stongly reminds one of treacle pudding and is decidedly yummy.
'Daringly' later on that night, we tiptoed like naughty school girls over to the pools and giggling like hyenas stripped off and broke the last pool rule;
NO NUDE SWIMMING.
After this being the hardcore travellers that we are, we went to bed and slept like people who had had an amazing day.