the sun is shining

...the weather is sweet.

Chapter 1 of our holiday is almost over, and today we will will mozie up the coast and through the Midlands into Chapter 2. Luxury tree houses with jacuzzis in them.

Not before stopping off at my old house. The one I grew up in as a kid. It's been turned into a National Heritage Site and simultaneously, a restaurant. Or so I hear. I may just be able to have lunch in my old bedroom. It's going to be emotional.

It's been swell here though. The weather has been great, we've been swimming everyday - and finding a new beach each time. We climbed a lighthouse yesterday, and I nearly had an aneurysm - mainly from the heights. As I get older, my phobia of heights just gets worse and worse. I had to come down sitting on my bottom.

Oh yes, and since the Transkei starts in our back garden - I find this fascinating - this interstate thing - the Wild Coast Sun is just across the river. One of Sol Kerzner's kitsch as shit enterprises, it's not hard to distinguish the Wild Coast Sun from it's lavish and ostentatious sister, The Lost City. Nevertheless, we had a sundowner there, while 747 told me a funny story about him losing his doondies in the ocean this one time.

I made 747 drive over the interstate border post twice. I wanted a picture of the sign, and we missed it first time, so we fannied about on the border until we finally found the sign. Then my camera batteries ran flat.
Sometimes I feel like I'm living in the set of Fawlty Towers.

We had seafood last night. And didn't get wrecked like we accidentally did the night before.

I love air travel

...because
1) The air hostess says to the lady sitting next to the emergency exit, "Do you mind sitting here? Could you handle an emergency?"
Lady: Sure.
Air hostess: Are you over 9 years old?
Lady...[pause]...I'm 63.
Air hostess: Sorry. it's company protocol to actually confirm.

2) You get to fall 20 metres out of the sky during turbulence, then bounce around on the tarmac a few times before coming to a stop in Durban.

3) But luckily, they'll sell you a R27 gin and tonic to calm your nerves.

4) A rugged, beard-laden 747 is there to meet me.

And yes he did talk the hind-leg off a donkey. And yes, it is great to be down in Port Edward. We quaffed a curry and a few gin and tonics at a beachside restaurant last night. And now I'm off to swim to the Transkei.

No really.
It's just across the lagoon, the Transkei.