Between trips...
It's quite amazing how it all goes out the window the moment I'm back in the
So after landing at Heathrow at
Still, every cloud has a silver lining. Luckily, one of my neighbours came out, on her way for a run round the Common. She kindly made me very welcome in their lounge, where I was able to sit for around five hours, while I waited for my cleaner to arrive with the spare keys. It was rather odd sitting just five metres away from home – so near, yet so far. Having started the trip with a defunct phone, nearly marooning me at
So, then, what did I make of
It’s big., then. What else? Well, in no particular order…
· Watching the sunset from Lion’s Head over
· Storming back from Lion’s Head in the dark, not sure whether I was more at risk on the mountain or on the streets.
· The polers playing cards on our canvas tent bag in the Okavango Delta, throwing down winners with flourish and flick.
· My camera busting within metres of the gates of
· Doing forward rolls down the dunes at Sousasflei.
· Sinking a Mokoro in the delta, and stepping on to the bank much like Jack Sparrow in the first Pirates of the Carribean film.
· Dumping the hotel in favour of the Ritz backpackers in Jo’berg – sitting on a bunk in an unfriendly dorm questioning my decision, then hitting the bar and answering it emphatically.
· Flipping a raft on the
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So concerned am I that I now have nothing to write about, that it looks like I’m off to
Just slogging through photos. I’ve picked the ‘best’ seven hundred so far, but I shan’t subject you to them all. I’m also working out some easy way of adding photos to the text, as apparently there are rather too many words-per-picture. Watch this space.
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