After deciding to hand my clothes in at the laundrette I was forced to pull out a few items from my rucksack, it was just a shame that they were all so tightly crammed that every single item had a multitude of creases running through it. Nevertheless I pulled out my trusty boots that had been folded up at the bottom of the bag, neatly harvesting my sarong that was supposed to serve me well in Zanzibar - except for the fact that it was so nicely put away in said b...

Flying into Cape Town airport I saw my first rain in over 6 weeks, may as well have been back home! My bag was soaked when I got it off the conveyor belt, made even better by sitting on my back for the 30 minutes I waited for the other girl the taxi was picking up. Nothing like a soggy back to welcome you. I collapsed into my single room as soon as I arrived, well once I'd walked across the patio to the outdoor bathroom. It's a good job there's a canopy overhead...

By 11 o'clock this morning I'd already said goodbye to the final 7, today is the first day I'm truly on my own since that first night in Nairobi. Tears flowed after I'd read an email from Mum and Dad and sat in the lobby to wait for my lift to the airport at 12, but not until after I'd had butter beans on toast! The driver loaded me and two other women into the car, only to find out at the end of the road that the middle-aged woman was actually waiting for a tou...

One final roll of the tent, one last throwing of the rucksack onto the truck and we were off to Johannesburg, not before taking a picture of the outdoor toilet and pitchfork gate. One of the better African toilets we'd encountered. Elton cooked scrambled eggs, beans, and toast for us - great grub to recover from the night before. Going through the South African border was uneventful; we even used hand dryers in the toilets! How swish the toilets become as you ...

Some more goodbyes ensued as we bid farewell to the ten going all the way to Cape Town on the truck, just eight of us remained for the trip to Johannesburg. Heath was taking the truck down to Cape Town so we had a new guide, Elton, who called himself a 'black mzungu'! My attempt to like Marmite continued through the drive around Botswana, but even with cheese I still couldn't quite manage to enjoy it. The attempt continues. We passed through a place called Franc...