My bag and I made it to our 3rd continent! I had my passport, visa, and boots that were definitely not covered in African mud, out ready for inspection, but not one of them was questioned. My passport was stamped with a nice new design and I was ushered through past the sniffer beagle into arrivals. I was met there by Cynthia and her son David - a few friendly faces after hours of airports and officials.

After arriving in Armadale to see the kangaroos and eat my first home cooked meal in months, my eyes began to fail at 11 - never mind travelling, I'd been up since 7am the previous day; sleep was looking a lot more enticing!