Day 279: The Highest Pub in Africa
I actually didn't want to go all the way to Durban – I wanted to get off at a place called Pietermaritzburg. I heard you could get minibus from there…
Day 278: Sunrise
Crikey, I could have done without this early start, but it's all power for the cause. Today in a move guaranteed to get me another 500 clicks on this website,…
Day 277: The Nuns of Gaborone
Best blog entry title of The Odyssey? Up at 6am and down to the nearby service station where one goes to cadge a lift to the border. Was waiting until…
Day 276: A Break for the Border
A little water to help slacken my brain's outer membrane and I shook off my hangover. Andy and I compared notes from the previous evening, but both our notebooks draw…
Day 275: Five Quid A Page?!
The British High Commission in Pretoria is a little tricky to find – I wandered about for about half-an-hour before I realised that the building with no sign and no…
Day 274: Cool Run-Ins
So… into the tenth month on the road and I finally, finally reach South Africa, what had, in my original estimation, been the half-way point for this adventure. That was…
Day 273: Intercape Mainliner
It was a comfortable night on Tashia's couch, interrupted only by the once-an-hour shrill of my mobile phone waking me to change the video tapes that I was uploading onto…