A great deal has happened since previous entries, and we have done a lot. We have been to Pretoria and seen the impressive Union Buildings and the public gardens, visited the Voortrekker Monument, heard the Soweto Gospel Choir, been involved from a great distance in Mother's funeral, spent four days in the Kruger Park and seen Big Game (no leopards yet, though), stayed in the scruffily beautiful Royal Kingdom of Swaziland (our hotel claims to have been inspired by Rider Haggard - but Peter says he got his ideas from north of the Limpopo; our room was a tin-roofed pine chalet which nearly broiled us), and we are now in the World Heritage wetlands game reserve at St Lucia.
Our reserved accommodation was in the ugliest house in the southern hemisphere, with an air con that sounded like aircraft engines revving up, so we decamped to 4* luxury again. (If you have time, Google African Ambience, St Lucia, and visualise us here.) We have wandered by and paddled in the Indian Ocean, on a beach that squeaked in places ('very common', my blasé husband claims), and yesterday we drove to Cape Vidal - there was a British wartime radar station on nearby Mount Tabor, and Catalina flying boats were stationed on Lake St Lucia. Now Eco-tourism has led to restitution of wetlands and savannah, and the area is home to - literally - thousands of crocodiles and hippo. These last don't like the wind; we had a sundown cruise, on which I took the pic of a family sheltering under mangroves.