Fundraising for Mabunda Primary School

Baie dankie - Thank you for taking the time to visit my webpage, I extend a warm South African welcome to you all, especially readers from the News of the World and the Gazette and Herald.

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Tracy Brookshaw, I am a Global Vision International intern, volunteering within the People and Conservation Department for South African National Parks (SANParks). My placement, for six months, is at Bontebok National Park. Situated 240km from Cape Town, Bontebok the smallest of South Africas' Parks, and one of the most fragile.

During training at Kruger Park - we journeyed to the disadvantaged Mabunda Primary School, in the remote village of Phalaubeni. In each classroom we were greeted by 40 to 60 smiling little faces, some sitting three to a desk. The walls were bare of the usual hand drawn pictures found in any UK school, curtains hung only in the classrooms, where the sun was too bright for the children to work. Needless to say the school is unfunded.
Also apparent was the lack of space, with two classrooms being completely unusable due to damaged caused by a lightning storm some three years ago! The school is still waiting for the government to pull their finger out!

I want to raise 360 GBP (R5,000) to rebuild and furnish the damaged classrooms, with the help of you generous people, my target is a modest 500 GBP (Total R7,000), as I want also to supply much needed equipment such as books - the schools current library being near non existent. If there is any money spare, I'd like to provide the children with some visual stimulation, and buy an array of art supplies, so those bare walls can be covered in pictures of rainbow colours.

More information about the school can be found on posting Food, Glorious Food!

To make a donation, please see link - Donate to Mabunda Primary School on this webpage or alternatively sign on to site www.justgiving.com/tracybrookshaw

Thanks again for all your best wishes and support.

Say cheese!

Till Friday 17 April 2009 - You know that feeling, when you return to work after a holiday within an hour you feel you've never been away, well it is no different being volunteer!

Wednesday beginning with an interpretative walk for the Swellendam Image Society, twenty four amateur photographic enthusiasts (including a spattering of British Expats) and positive PR for the Park.

Friday brings plant monitoring with Flora from CREW and ten children from Suurbraak Primary School, the group scouring the veld for Red Data species (endangered) including a protea propagated by rodents.

A warm westerly wind, sees the arrival of Australian Sandra GVI co-ordinator for a casual catch up.

Throw away the key!

Tuesday 14 April 2009 - Having spent a long exhausting night on the bus from Upington, I finally arrive in Cape Town around 9.00a.m. With my connecting Greyhound leaving for Swellendam around 7.00p.m. I thought I would brave the Mother City on my lonesome. Transferring all my valuables into my rucksack, I leave my other bag at a very dubious looking, tiny convenience shop for a R10 fee, my receipt being a small sticky tag. Surely that will be the last I see of my belongs?

Quickly I immerse myself in the throng of Cape Town, politely refusing a beggars request for money, I catch the bus frequented by the locals to the Waterfront. I am determined to visit Robben Island today.

Heading to the Gateway of Robben Island, I soon find myself through security and sat on the boat ready to be off. I hear a 'No, no don't be pulling the lady's hair' - I turn to find a toothy grin of a cheeky bambino!

Gliding across the shimmering sea, we arrive passing cormorants stood with wings open drying themselves in the sun. After disembarking, we are herded onto the tour buses and given a quick tour of the Island, seeing the limestone quarry where Mandela and his comrades worked for many years. The brightness of the white stone reflecting in the sun causing permanent damage to their eyes.

Visiting the main prison, our Guide is Ntando Mbatha, comrade and fellow prisoner of Nelson Mandela. Mbatha, with gravel voice but gent manner, eloquently shows us around the sections of the prison where he spent seven years of his life, imprisoned under the terrorism act for being a member of ANC (African National Congress).
We visit the communal section, where forty prisoners would sleep on bunk beds in somewhat cramped conditions, discussing the methods used by the guards and prison authorities to break the spirits of the inmates and comradeship.

Prisoners were once again separated by race, the colour of their skin determining the food they ate, the uniform they wore. The dietary requirements of each race being determined by the authorities, with somewhat peculiarity. Blacks apparently could not palate bread, and had reduced allowances of sugar to their coloured comrades. But rather than causing the friction hoped for, these discrepancies gave opportunity for additional camaraderie, the rations pooled and shared. Like school boys, short trousers were issued to black inmates, yet no shoes, an act orchestrated to cause humiliation.

Another act of humiliation was to strip inmates of their identity on arrival to Robben Island, each convict being given a prison number. A number to replace their name, a number used by the guards to identify individuals until their eventual release.
We then move onto the observation section and finally into notorious Section B where Prisoner 466/64 Nelson Mandela spent eighteen of twenty-seven years of imprisonment in a confined cell just 2m by 3m. Viewing the space accommodating little more than a single bed and a few personal possessions, can only be described as humbling. Here you see me in a cell not unlike Madibas', although can't image I would be still smiling after eighteen years. Section B and Mandelas' window can be seen on the top photograph, first right.

Returning to the mainland, I 'people watch' whilst satisfying my appetite with a plate of calamari, all under the shadow of Table Mountain. Back at the bus station, I surprisingly become reacquainted with my bag of belongings and sit in the waiting area, a little beauty of no more than three sat next to me, enjoying Maccy D french fries, her big brown eyes mesmerised by the strange white woman, namely me!
Adam Sandler in 'Reign over Me' fills my journey back to Swellendam, where I find the trusty Ruhan waiting to transport me back to Bontebok.

Chick Flick

Monday 13 April 2009 - One final visit to the Park, with Kirsteen sporting her SANParks uniform and an authoritative look about her. Woe betide any tourist out of their vehicles this morning, who's worried about the predators when this fiery Scottish minx is on the prowl!
It was also the final opportunity for all the 4x4 drivers to give 'The Crazy Chicks in the Little Red Corsa' their eager waves! It is Kgalagdai courtesy to acknowledge passing drivers, and over the passing days we had noticed a gradual increase in enthusiasm, starting with a raised fingers from the steering wheel, now perpetuating into a full blown hand wave and open mouthed grin! There is nowt so queer as folk!
All too soon it is time to bid a sad farewell to my friend, she is busy packing for her stay at Nossob and preparation for this weeks aerial game count with Marna. Life of a GVI is never boring!
Preferring to be in Upington in good time for my bus, approximately five hours early, the little red Corsa and I hit the road. Negotiating Upington, I refuel and find the local cinema, settling on chick flick 'He's just not that into You' - the best of a bad bunch, but enjoyed all the same. At R15 that being just over a pound to you and me, it was money well spent if only for the eye candy!
Our trusty red friend safely returned to the car hire company, after a KFC it is time to board the bus and travel the arduous journey back to the Western Cape.

Fly cup and fancy piece

Easter Sunday 12 April 2009 - Kirsteen graciously gives me the opportunity to join Koketso and Aubrey on the Cheetah Project run by predator expert Dr Gus Mills.

Avoiding three black backed jackals enjoying daybreak, we drive off road, we bump over red dunes to the last location Charlize the cheetah was seen. It is believed that the cheetah, named after the famous South African actress Charlize Theron, has given birth in the last couple of days, and we are hoping to determine how many cubs have been born.

Dr Gus Mills, carnivore specialist, is completing a five year study of the Kalahari cheetah. There is a high mortality rate of the cubs within the species, the young felines being susceptible to starvation and attacks from other larger predators such as lions and hyaenas.

Sitting on top of a crimson bank, radio waves confirm that the collared cat is still in situ under a shallow tree, this itself being evidence that there are cubs present.

Now we play a waiting game, hoping mum leaves to hunt. So we sit as the sun rises, watching the dark space below the tree through binos waiting for any movement, however slight. Three Kori Bustards are feeding in the long grass and I get distracted with the mating rituals of the Toktokkies, the black beetles along side the vehicle, the males tapping their abdomens against the sands in different rhythms to attract a mate.

Sitting for several hours, there is occasional movement and we were able to decipher a head and pair of ears in the shadows, but no real visual. Determining she must have eaten the previous day, we head home. Surprisingly I don't feel disappointment, I have had an amazing unique experience, many conservationists would give their right arm to get the opportunity to pick the brains of the predator mastermind.

Invited to the home of Kirsteens P & C Officer, Christine, for afternoon tea (or fly cup and fancy piece as my Scottish friend calls it), time is limited, but we still take the chance to travel in to the Park, so we take the Nossob road and head to Melkvei.

Approaching the large Sociable Weavers nest constructed by the tiny birds in tree boughs, we find several people including children illegally out of their vehicles under said tree! Are these people crazy?!? As we pull up they hurriedly return to their 4x4s, guiltily one informs us of the cape cobra in the nest eating the eggs. I repeat - Are these people crazy?!? Not mentioning the dangerous predators living within the Park, snakes do fall out of of trees! A bite from one of those babies will give you a 40% survival rate!

Sandwiches eaten we head back enjoying the landscape. We run late for our engagement as we spot a black maned Kalahari lion on the hillside, making his presence known with his destinctive roaring.

A fly cup and fancy piece is enjoyed with Christine, husband and Section Ranger Nardus, Gus and Margie Mills, Gus's 93 year old Mother and Marna.

A cat in hells' chance!

Saturday 11 April 2009 - Bright and early we head towards Mata Mata and the Namibian border passing several usual suspects on the way. New additions including black backed jackal, three secretary birds and a lappet-faced vulture.

Kirsteen finally breathes a sigh of relief as we spot my first Kalahari fur, namely three lions, doing what they do best - catnapping. There are two lionesses sprawled out, literally close enough to touch, and a juvenile male sporting a scarred nose, shading himself lazily under a tree.

Careful not to lodge ourselves in the sand, I maneuver the car into position and we sit with Panthera Leo for awhile, admiring their ability to sleep an impressive and dam right idle 20 hours a day. Now that's the life!

Reluctantly we recommence our journey, wanting to join the night game drive this evening, one eye is on the clock. Lunch is eaten at Mata Mata surrounded by ground squirrels, followed by a quick hop across the border into Namibia for the obligatory photo opportunity.
Having to cover approximately 118km of dirt and sand tracks back to Twee Rivieren, it is all too soon time to hit the road, Jack! I am 'holding thumbs' that there is space on the night drive for two freeloaders!

On the final leg of journey we find several vehicles stopped at the road side. Intrigued as to what they are looking at, we stop behind them and reach for the trusty binos. Searching the horizon and area around about, we are a little perplexed as we cannot see anything. Checking the occupants of the vehicles they all seem have cameras aimed in the same direction, but what are they looking at??? I scan the nearby tree, 'Kirst' I say 'there is a kill in that tree!' I can just make out four small hooves of a baby springbok! Jumping up and down in my seat I sing 'It has to be leopard? It has to be leopard?' A vehicle moves off in our direction, quickly I wind down the window, beckoning for their attention. 'What is there?' I ask, the reply being music to my ears and near pee to my pants! There is a leopard under the tree!

As you will have ascertained from my earlier posting in Kruger, I have held a desire to see wild leopard for some time.

A space now open from the departing vehicle, I start the engine, I move forward to get a better position. Dam it, a 4x4 is now reversing into my slot! I stop in the middle of the road, finally getting to see the beautiful elusive cat, she is sat majestically under the tree.
In my excitement, I break the cardinal safari sin and block someone elses view - I only become aware as Kirst exaggerates an 'ahem'. I turn to apologise, the couple being very obliging and allowing us stay put. 'Enjoy', they say, 'we have been back and forth viewing her all day'.

And so we do, sat causing 'total gridlock', we marvel at the sight in front of us, unable to believe our good fortune. Completely overwhelmed tears form in my eyes and roll gently down my cheeks. Forgive me - to tick off one of my life long dreams - a gal is allowed to be a little over emotional!
We sit for some time watching her every tail flick, yet we are aware of a pressing dilemma! Do we stay and watch her till gate close, or do we rush back for the night drive and have a chance of seeing her on our own. What to do? What to do? Moving out of view behind a tree, the elusive spots makes the decision for us. Night drive!

Into gear and off as fast as the Parks speed limit will allow - within yards of the Park gates, we see the night drive bumbling towards us, Nnnooooooooo! We flag him down, tonights drive starting at 5.00 and not 5.30 as we thought! Kak!
Quick U-ie in the middle of the track - the little red Corsa comes into her own flying to the original spot. We find the leopard as moved and is now up the tree feeding on her plucked kill. Taking advantage of being in a small vehicle we manage to sneak in to a prime location with a 5/5 visual.

For over 40 minutes, we sit in awe watching her feed in the golden shades of the descending African sun. I will treasure these moments for the rest of my life.

Today, fate played us an ace hand, the odds of seeing one of the 150 leopards inhabiting the Kgalagadi's 3.6 million hectares is somewhat slim. And coupled with that if we had made the night drive, we would have seen her for a matter of seconds, for as soon as the truck pulled up, she picked up her prize kill, jumped from the tree and becoming barely visible in the long desert grass. Yes, fate was on our side, for which I will always be immensely grateful.
A 'Leoparty' was thrown at Blikkies to celebrate, under the bewilderment of the other residents, Kirsteen and I prepare supper, boogieing around the kitchen to some seriously dubious music - the likes of Barry Mannilow's - Coco Cabana! A unique sight equal to the leopard, no doubt!

Great balls of..........

Good Friday 10 April 2009 - After a lazy start we head into the Park, completely inconspicuous in our bright red Corsa! It is totally the wrong time of day to be out scouting for game, but with sarnies packed we are undeterred.

Making a quick illegal detour to Gemsbok Plain we visit the accommodation Kirsteen uses for Kids in Parks, we then head to Auchterlonie, having chatted all the way, we take a breather and eat our sandwiches overlooking the plains of the Kalahari.

In place of Krugers NAFIs (Not Another F-ing Impala), we find dozens of Springboks, which literally spring, hence the name, across the desert. Under a predators attack, the spring becomes their defence mechanism, causing confusion together with discreet flaps that open up to create full white furry bottoms, a signal of 'follow me, follow me!' to the rest of the herd.

Other spottings of the day include gemsbok, steenbok, yellow mongoose, ostrich, kori bustard and ground squirrel.

The evening is spent entertaining the tourists with the showing of 'Springbok of the Kalahari' - can you detect a theme going on here? Narration by our very own Sir David Attenborough.

Top Gear!!!

Thursday 9 April 2009 - Suffering from what feels like vertigo, I pick up my bright and shiny red Corsa hire car and head into the metropolis that is Upington. Finding a little man to look over my parked car - I head to Checkers to buy provisions for the weekend, including three bars of essential Cadburys chocolate for my isolated Scottish friend.

Taking the long straight road used by BMW and Mercedes to test their new prototypes, I start my lone journey to Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park. Heat rising from the tar, either side of the road is barren, the sky, a beautiful shade of pale blue with clouds tinged with pink, I pass telegraph poles covered with nests built sociable weavers, herds of goats shading under trees and the occasional bushman complete with loin cloth and bow and arrow sells his wares of trinkets and ostrich eggs. The dunes turning crimson the closer I get to my destination.

Arriving at the Transfrontier Park, bordering Namibia and Botswana. After the two and half hour drive I feel a tad hot and sweaty, yet completely liberated! I had made it to Blikkies!

After a quick freshen up - in a shower of soft salty water, I join Kirsteen and her trusty sidekick Koketso entertaining the tourist children with games and the showing of 'Lions of the Kalahari'.

On the buses!

Wednesday 8 April 2009 - Waking early to finish packing, I pop into work and welcome Aldo Pekeur (new P&C Officer) to the team and leave him a list of jobs - well start as you mean to go on! Bless him. Quickly I phone home to wish Mum a Gelukkige Verjaarsdag (Happy Birthday) before my lift arrives and my voyage begins.

Travelling over 1000km up the African continent by my own volition, I am completely overwhelmed by the enormity of my epic trip. Mentally splitting the journey into segments, Swellendam to Cape Town, Cape Town to Upington and finally Upington to the Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park, I am dealing with each leg separately so I don't totally freak out.

Ben has to return a hire car to Cape Town, so after coming to a financial arrangement, I allow him to transport me to Cape Town. Stopping off at near civilisation, I pick up some essentials and Skype headset in Worcester shopping mall. After grabbing breakfast, we continue onto Cape Town.

With a couple of hours to kill before my bus to Upington, we head to The Waterfront. The working port of Cape Town, gateway to Robben Island and a hive of tourism, with shopping mall, craft markets and curio, street entertainers, together with dozens of restaurants and cafes ready to satisfy the appetites of hundreds of tourists, all this working under the shadow of magnificent Table Mountain.

Soon enough it is time to make way to the bus station. This station serving all major bus companies within SA, I expected a sprawling terminal, yet the station surrounded by market stalls is little over the size of a postage stamp as my Grandfather would say. The large coaches having barely enough run to turn.

Leaving just after the scheduled time of 5.15 pm, five hours later I have travelled the short distance to the outskirts of Cape Town, the bus air conditioning having broken down. Waiting over an hour for an engineer and his technical expertise, this being bash it with a spanner, surprisingly the air con is not fixed, meaning another hours wait for a new bus from the centre of CT. This is what I love about Africa - inefficiency!!!

The journey continues throughout the night, the bus seats reclining to almost horizontal position making sleep possible, although disturbed, as we collect further passengers along the way.

I wake to find the desert - arid land covered with rocks, just before Augrabies, the National Park where I was originally being placed. Shortly before Upington, the landscape becomes greener and the earth shimmers and sparkles in the sunshine. Now several hours behind schedule, we are stopped by the armed police and sniffer dogs, which with trained noses search the luggage compartments. Thankfully today we are clean. Second leg of my journey over, I arrive in Upington just before midday - a thankful end to a whole 19 hours on the buses!

Heigh ho!

Till Tuesday 7 April 2009 - The next two days are spent frantically trying to catch up before my trip to the desert starting Wednesday.

Preparing notes for my new People and Conservation Officer starting this week, writing articles for the GVI blog, and the local paper about the arrival of the Parks new bakkies. Making arrangements regarding the forthcoming Birding Weekend and Honorary Rangers Open Day, I still find time to offer Bulelwa support in attending her SPAF Tourism work group meeting.
Somehow I find the energy to wash my clothes and pack!

Much needed rest and recuperation

Till Sunday 5 April 2009 - After a quick trip into Swellendam for some grapes I spent the rest of the weekend catching up on emails, reports, blog writing and all important sleep!

Feeling dam right lazy really, as Ben competes in Ironman on Sunday - a traithlon which many consider to be the toughest one-day sporting event in the World. An international event consisting of a 3.8km ocean swim, 180km cycle and ending with a quick sprint - 42.2km marathon! It's exhausting just thinking about it!

Although my weekend is not without achievement of my own. At the ripe old age of 36 - I master the art of making scrambled eggs! Oh boy, do I know how to make my Mother proud!

Captains coming!

Till Friday 3 April 2009 - Monday morning and the whole process starts again with 53 children from a small Primary School in Riviersonderend!

With each school party you witness different levels of affluence between the children - some arriving with wheelie cases, torches, all the equipment they should need for two nights in the 'bush', unfortunately these being the minority, many with the belonging stuffed in black bin liners, some arriving with toes poking through holes in shoes, ripped clothing accompanied with the occasional crusty nose!

At Brandfontein this week, the children make a discovery on the beach of a dead baby dolphin. Although quite grizzly, it enables Alliston to increase the Environmental Education that day, giving the kids interesting information on the dolphin species and allowing them to touch and see the mammal up close.

This school was unable to provide a male teacher, leaving the boys unsupervised after lights out, this proving detrimental to my beauty sleep - as the boys were still playing havoc at 1.30 am. After several visits previously into the dorm, to try and settle them down, I was losing patience. On my final visit discovering a smell of synthetic burning, and convinced I'd seen one of the boys with a lighter, I took the decision to wake the female teachers to discipline them appropriately.

Due to the disgraceful behaviour of the boys, I was in their dorm bright and early in the morning with a cunning plan. Sternly told to pack their stuff, tidy the dorm and put their gear on the bus! The boys were going home - or at less that was the threat, the final decision laying in Allistons' hands!

After a severe tongue lashing in Afrikaans, the decision is made to allow the days programme to continue with the boys under the illusion that they are going home. The goodie bags usually given on the final day being withdrawn unless they are well behaved, as punishment the boys were also sent up the beach to collect rubbish whilst the girls enjoy swimming in the harbour.

The evening became equally entertaining - ready to serve tea to the children and the teachers were missing, I request a fast running volunteer to sprint up to the dorms and advise them we were ready to eat. The response being that they have an ill child and need to eat down at the dorms! Yeah right! Counting the children, we have our original number of 53! Even so it doesn't take three people (including our paid volunteer) to look after one sick child. Needless to say no food was sent to the dorms and the teachers go hungry! Leaving Bridgett and I (both non Afrikaans speaking) to deal with the group of unruly kids.

Completely exhausted myself, we have spent the day doing our very best to tire out the children - playing a nautical themed I remembered from my days as a Guide. The game and other activities pay dividends as all the little rascals sleep like babies!

Having not really bonded with this particular school, I was taken aback as three children play with my hair on the way back to the school drop off and then unexpected cuddles from the older children as we say our farewells, a quick pep talk following from me about working hard at school.

The final 45 Agulhas Kids in Parks were collected from Berea, and a total contrast to the previous group. My last day spent with the children being Thursday, as Kevin Moore from Kruger training was arriving to see Bridgett and myself, and take me back to Bontebok. That day confirm the existence of mermaids - finding four on the harbour beach - note to self must advise Cape Nature! Joining the children writing our names in the sand - Bridgett, Simone, Tracy, we take the liberty of adding an 'E' and the BEST team is formed.
Ahead of schedule for once, we all take a stroll down the boardwalk and then head back to base and it is soon the end of my Kids in Parks experience. After a quick speech on the bus, and one of teachers commenting that I was great with the children, just the right temperament, the kids disembark, some of the little tots giving me a cuddle as they pass and yes you have guess it........ the water works start. And another tearful goodbye is had with Simone, Bassier and Auntie Katrina.

Driving back to my abode at Bontebok National Park with Kevin. Thursday night, I have an unexpected invitation to join him and his Wife at the Swellendam restaurant, Mattsens.

Friday is spent catching up with my friends at Bontebok, 50 odd emails pending in my inbox and reflecting on the precious last two weeks. Completed exhausted, but totally fulfilled.

I came to this diverse country to emotionally mend, yet I firmly believe my heart already belongs to another.........the children of South Africa.

Photos from top - The Best Team - Bridgett left, myself, Simone right. Auntie Katrina and Bassier in kitchen. Mermaids on beach.

Life beneath the ocean waves.......

Till Sunday 29th March 2009 - They say in life – ‘it’s not what you know, it’s who you know’ and finally this phrase has paid off for me!

During the visit to De Hoop with Ben a couple of weekends ago, we discussed the recent Game Capture at Bontebok National Park, thinking nothing of it, I added how disappointed I was not getting the opportunity to fly in the helicopter, the pilot having an obvious aversion to my womanly charms.

Imagine my surprise, amidst the Agulhas Kids in Parks programme, to receive a text (SMS in SA) from Ben asking if I was interested in joining Cape Nature at the weekend for a Marine Protected Areas (MPA) Patrol in……..you have guess it - a helicopter!
I knew I’d put my cell number on my e-mail signature for a reason!

‘Hell yes,’ I replied without hesitation. So early Saturday 28 March I found myself travelling with Ben on a bumpy track in De Hoop towards a concrete area doubling as a make shift helipad. On arrival I was introduced to Peter Chadwick World Wildlife Fund MPA Project co-ordinator and official photographer. Not a big fan of heights, my nerves started to kick in and were not helped when Peter and Ben started to discuss taking the doors off the helicopter for the duration of the patrol. Are they for real or just winding me up!

Quickly I realised that they are not winding me up, avoiding the tail of the chopper, doors off, headphones and mouth piece on, I buckle myself in, the helicopter blades whirling, we lift into the sky and I wonder what I have let myself in for.

With views over De Hoop coastline, my fears simply dissolve and I concentrate on the water below. Starting at the Lower Breede River Estuary, we travel up the coastline to Arniston spotting tens of hammerhead sharks, game fish, seals, sting rays, two great white sharks and pods of bottled nosed dolphins, one counting up to a hundred. Even viewing at one point, a pair of dolphins frolicking in the throws of courtship.

The Patrol is completed randomly once a month and is invaluable in the data it produces, serving also as a deterrent for local poachers in the area.

Words cannot do justice to this experience. The iridescent ocean below mixing colours of pale turquoise through to deep jade alone was breathtaking, yet there was so much more, aerial views of De Hoop, sand dunes and shoreline including fish traps built by the Khoikhoi. But the most memorable of all was the unique insight into life beneath the waves of the Indian Ocean.


We then visit Angelo's for juice and Marula cake, I feel I am becoming a piece of the furniture at this establishment!

Ben and I then travel to the Southern most point of South Africa, taking a walk down the coastline after eating the butties, he'd made that morning. No carbonated drinks this time!
Sunday, I spend investigating the rock pools at the beach, and experiment with my camera, four hours slip by without me even realising.

Back at Bridgetts' accommodation, I receive an unexpected Hells Angel, namely Ben out for 'a ride' delivering a CD of photos from yesterdays trip. This unannounced visit throws me, making me wary of his intentions. I know I'm being dam right stupid, I guess I am still a little vulnerable and over cautious when it comes to trusting the male species. Hoping things will improve in this area, given time - keep you posted!

After delivering the weekly mountain of food for Kids in Parks, Bridgett and I quickly pop into Gerards with the curry Bridgett badly made earlier, I meet Gerards Dad who promptly tries to force feed us chocolate! With the offer of cake on the house we make a detour to......Angelo's on the way home, deciding to treat ourselves to a seafood basket too.

Angel & Demons

Till Friday 27th March 2009 - I quickly felt part of the existing Kids in Parks team, mucking in with all the duties required to run a successful programme.

Kids in Parks is an annual initiative sponsored by the Department of Environmental Affairs and Tourism (DEAT), the Department of Education (DoE), SANParks and Pick n' Pay. This programme allowing 5000 previously disadvantaged children to stay in a National Park, many of which have not visited a National Park before. Ten SANParks each invite ten schools with a group of 50 children to stay two nights, three days. All costs including food, accommodation and transport is provided.
Monday morning, we set off early in our special Kids in Parks bus, collecting a total of 42 children from two schools, one in nearby Struisbaai and the other in Arniston.
The programme of activities being set for each day, but fairly flexible, determined by weather and timing constraints. After settling into the dormitories, we start by separating the children into three groups, the Ostriches, the Blue Cranes and the Fish Eagles. Each group, then participate in activities on wetlands, the water cycle and cultural heritage.
With Bassiers' (Bus Driver) R&B CD blasting and the children singing and clapping along, we are back on the bus. Passing the salt pan and farmed fynbos, we journey to Brandfontein, a local beach, where the kids go on a scavenger hunt for shells etc. Many making horns out of dried kelp, which is long seaweed that roots in the bed of the ocean and grows up in what looks like rubber piping with seaweed as we know it floating on the surface - it dries hollow - not exactly musical, but noisy none the less.

All their findings are put in the middle of a circle and Alliston (Agulhas People & Conservation Officer) discusses what they have found. Walking down the beach, I find myself embraced by one of the children, under the cover of the Kids in Parks baseball cap, I am unable to determine their gender! With children on both side I asks their names, my cling on being Richard (see cheeky chappy buried in sand - although don't be fooled by that smile, I had to wrestle with him later, to break up a fight).

Returning back to base, it was time for canoeing on the river! Not feeling overly confident with my canoeing skills I took three little ones on the Chumani, I quickly found this was to my detriment. The smaller children not wanting to paddle, I was left doing all the hard work!

Unfortunately not the best behaved group, they forfeit watching 7 de Laan - the worst soapie I have possibly seen. Hell, with hindsight we should have made the little demons endure it!

After tea of chicken potjiek and rice, Simone, pronounced Sim-on-a (Volunteer), and I came into our own as the Entertainment Staff! Starting with a Wetlands DVD, Snakes and Ladders and then the all important dancing! These kids can move - and my street cred was increased 100% when I had opportunity to shake my boody!
The children are given three meals a day, breakfast and evening meal being prepared and cooked by Auntie Katrina, at the ripe old age of 76!
Day two of the programme after buttering over ten loaves for breakfast and sarnies, is spent in Agulhas itself, again splitting the children into smaller groups, they are taken up the Lighthouse, into its museum. To the caves previously inhabited by the Khoikhoi people, a short distance from the Lighthouse. Then in two straightish lines - myself and Simone as leaders, we frog march them to the most southern point of South Africa, where the Atlantic Ocean and Indian Ocean meet (see group photo), where we entertainment the bemused tourists by singing the South African National Anthem.

Today I have gained a new cling on, Deslene, she is as quiet as a mouse, yet on the way to the harbour to swim, proudly announces that she is going to show me how to handstand under water. (see photo).
After a lot of splashing as opposed to swimming, we are on our way back to base, listening to the same six songs from the morning! The children going wild for an Afrikaans song - Koekie Loekie, which is about a girl called Koekie, who has it going on! All the boys love her and all the girls were envious of her. A very cheesey and extremely addictive tuney tune!

Free time before tea, I have a gang of children around me, very interested in my diary notes of the day. Soon I find they are even more interested in my hair, must be the colour and texture as I have Edwina using me as a glorified 'Girls World', seriously I think the GHDs are redundant.

Wednesday - no rest for the wicked - drop off the two school groups and pick up two others! This time from St Pauls, a Catholic school and the other from Elim, where Allistons' Wife works as a Teacher and will be joining us. 52 kids in total.

And the same activities begin, yet with each group, brings new characters. Peter helps me with my box of tricks for the water cycle, he asks me questions about myself and England, and announces 'I like her' to his Teacher. Although very young, it is obvious he is in touch with his feminine side and tells me he likes me because I am pretty, sensitive and nice. If only he was 20 years older!
The next day with two new cling ons, we travel to Agulhas and proceed with the same programme - lighthouse etc etc, although we do manage to include a trip to Sandsberg, which gives us a birds eye view across all the Park. Today, I brave the cold waters at the harbour to swim with the children, me not wanting to get my hair wet! As if that was going to happen - the children taking great glee splashing me! Soon I have Shane (pronounced Shanay) climbing on my back, a welcome distraction for I am frozen!
With salt water hair, I change discreetly on the beach and sit myself on the bus. Within no time I have a new team of Nicky Clarkes, three in all, pulling at my hair all gabbling above me in Afrikaans. when they have finished my hair feels like silk, although I look like Anne of Green Gables with a sweeping curtain fringe! Attractive! Although I didn't have the heart to change it.
During tea, not realising Auntie Katrina speaks English - I am taken aback when she swipes the tea towel out of my hand demanding 'No, you work too hard!' Simone joins in the banter, saying I should come with a remote control, so she can press the stop button! They do have a valid point - I feel like a Duracell Bunny!
The night was spent dancing with Mickey, a dot of a girl, but what a groover. Sat on my hip, as we mess about doing the tango, she places a little kiss on my cheek - I could have cried. And cried I did as I waved them off the following morning!
Travelling back to my accommodation in Agulhas, I decide I cannot be bothered to cook and will head to Angelo's for pizza for one! Unexpectedly Samantha, Section Ranger arrives home after spending all week on a course, she decides to join me. All in all, we had a very pleasant evening.

Should have gone to Specsavers

Till Sunday 22nd March 2009 (Mothering Sunday) - Having slept in the room doubling as the laundry room, the window left open for all the washing machine piping, I wake with a face like dot to dot puzzle having been attacked in the night by the local mozis! Welcome to Agulhas!

Feeling like a Dalmatian, I join Bridgett at the Honorary Rangers monthly meeting and the social post meeting braai. I spend my afternoon exploring the beach.

Sunday, Bridgett takes me up the Agulhas Lighthouse ready for next weeks activities with the kids. On the final level I am met by a near vertical ladder, not so good for someone with vertigo! Slowly I inch my way up, good deep breaths calming my nerves. I make it and rewarded with a cheese and ham toastie at the Lighthouse cafe after the climb down.

Bridgett is working today, so I sit in Angelo's with my book and soak up the atmosphere and again I am treated, this time to a piece of chocolate cake and ice cream.

With the sound of the sea in the background, I quickly call home from a payphone, to wish my Mum, a Happy Mothers Day. They have seen the article in the News of The World, everyone seems well and George pulls my leg about announcing to the whole of the UK that I would like to settle down and have a family!

Later that evening we pick up enough food to feed a small army and take it to the Kids in Parks accommodation.

Phenomenon - This week I have been referred to as 'beautiful' on three occasions by three separate men and received gift of chocolates twice. This obviously being pre mosquito attack! Maybe khaki sets off my eyes or something! Or as the average age calculates close to 60, I'll put it down to failing faculties!

Splish splash!

Till Friday 20th March 2009 - After a restless nights sleep, not helped by more zebra at 3.00am. I woke with butterflies, today, being the beginning of National Water Week, and my first attempt at organising school visits, 50 children over 5 days.

At 8.30 a.m. I set off to Bontebok Primary School, having previously arranged to pick up the children from Grade 6 aged nine to ten. Arriving at the school I find a class of 20 to 30 children sitting outside, panic sets in, what am I going to do with all these kids! Phewwee, luckily they weren’t waiting for me!

With the 10 children, I was expecting, safely in the bakkie and the teacher buckled in at the front with me, we were on our way. Entering the Park, we were greeted by a small herd of zebra. The delight on their little faces, the smile of one girl catching my eye.
If at that moment, I’d had to turn the bakkie round and take them all back to the school, I would have been happy with that smile, it made my day.

Meeting the Rangers at the Rest camp, we split the group into two teams and asked them to come up with a team name, the girls choosing ‘The Mermaids’ and the boys choosing ‘The Rangers’.
Each team started the day with a water experiment, making a water solar still. Then the Rangers took the boys into the river in a dinghy, whilst I took the girls on the Aloe Hill Trail, after 40 minutes we then swapped teams.

After a spot of lunch under a tree, we investigated the inhabitants of the river, finding beetles, worms and snails to name but a few.
With the teachers permission we extended the planned programme, giving the children opportunity to swim in the Breede River. To watch them, laughing and giggling, playing in the river, made my heart swell and I am not ashamed to say brought tears of joy to my eyes.

Each day brought a new group of children and each day a little phrase was said or a real character shone out from the rest. All the children understood English, but are a little shy of speaking it, so on Monday I was really taken aback, when one of the girls made the effort to come up to me and say "Thank you for the chocolate milk, I really enjoyed it"
The teacher being a little unorganised on Tuesday, the kids arriving to school without their kit. Everyone went home to quickly get their belongings, unfortunately one boy didn't return, but undeterred we continued with the programme. Group names The Landrovers v The Rhinos today. One little one, she looked like butter wouldn't melt (on left), was so excited about swimming she jumped in the river in her school uniform! Phrase of the day from one of the older girls, who was very inquisitive asking me whether I had children etc. On the walk she turned to me and said "You are kind to us".

Wednesday groups were The Beautiful Dolphins v The Sharks. Phrase of the day, again from a one of the girls "That was the best walk in the whole wide world".

Thursday groups were The Cheetah Girls v The Cheetah Boys. One of the boys was crazy, standing on the river bank, holding his nose, countdown 3, 2, 1 then fall into the river backwards!

On Thursday evening I join Adin Greaves for another Game Drive around the Park. Although completely exhausted, I manage to stay awake. Enjoying the drive and collecting tens of porcupine quills found on the roadside.

Friday groups were The Dolphins v The Lions, and with them a bitter sweet. One of the girls was a quiet as a mouse, so quiet in fact the other girls didn't even know her name. She was such a cutie I could have taken her home, surely her mother wouldn't miss her that much!
Speaking with the teacher, she informed me she had intentionally invited one of the boys, because she wanted to show him a different life. With social problems at home, he and three other class mates were glue sniffing and into drugs at the tender age of 10.

Dropping the final group back to school, I jump in the bakkie and burst into tears. Unsure whether it was from complete exhaustion, the emotions of the week, or the realisation that I could spend a lifetime with the children in this diverse country and not even scratch the surface.

Arriving back at the office, I have little chance to relax before Bridgett (follow GVI Intern from Agulhas) is here to transport to Agulhas and two weeks assisting with Kids in Parks. Bridgett is a bubbly American (from the City of Seattle) in her early twenties, and she barely draws breath on the one and half hour journey. Agulhas is a coastal resort and we take advantage of a local restaurant 'Angelo's' within walking distance of Bridgetts' accommodation. By pure coincidence, we bump into Bridgetts' boyfriend Gerard on the way, who joins us for the best pizza in the Western Cape.

Who ate all the pies?

Till Sunday 15th March 2009 - Has Christmas come early!?! SPAR is heaving and makes grocery shopping near impossible! Yet I still find the opportunity to embarrass myself, thinking I would pick up a nice bottle of wine, previously purchases proving a little ropey, I peruse the shelves carefully looking for a Robertson. Having chosen, I continue down the aisle, a middle aged couple walking towards me. Looking like they may know a thing or two about wine, I pick up my prospective purchase and politely ask if I have chosen a good wine, only to glance at the label and discover it is called 'Fat B*stard', I nearly die on the spot. Luckily they take it in good humour and say I have chosen wisely, but should go to the wine shop over the road as it will be half the price.
Putting the bottle back, I never did get to taste 'Fat B*stard' as I ran out of time, my ride ready and waiting!

Sunday morning, I was invited to De Hoop Nature Reserve with Cape Nature Manager, Ben Swanepoel. The reserve is on the coast and is beautiful, definitely worth the somewhat bumpy journey to get there. Walking along the deserted beach, we climb over rocks and find an idyllic spot to watch the waves crash onto the shore. Enjoying a spot of lunch in the isolated accommodation perched in the hillside. Due to the current dry spell, we are unable to stay the full day as Ben is on fire alert so make our way back to Swellendam.

For the journey back, Ben produces a small bottle of water for me, and I get my second shower of the day! The water is carbonated, all fizzed up from the bumpy track - it was hilarious and I don't think I will ever let Ben live it down!

Entering the Park, Ben mutters something about dropping me off, but not wanting to drop me off, must be my stimulating conversation or something! Anyway I end up quickly changing into dry clothing and heading into Swellendam for 'tea' at The Old Gaol (The Old Jail). It is a restaurant come tearooms, each employee has a share in the business and it shows. I curbed my temptation to have cake and stick to a homemade lemonade - almost immediately regretting my decision when I see the wonderful cakes on offer!

To complete the full days tour, I am then taken to Marloth Nature Reserve, a total contrast to De Hoop, mountainous, shaded areas overgrown with trees and ferns surrounding cool dark pools of almost black water. What can I say absolutely stunning.
Finally returning home, I am met by a surprise food parcel from Bulelwa - 'Umnqgusho' Xhosa for samp and beans. Don't have a clue what I was eating, just know it was delicious!

Have bakkie - will travel!

Till Friday 13 March 2009 - This week has been pretty eventful, so I hope you are sitting comfortably!

Monday is spent completing the programme for National Water Week and then travelling to Riviersonderend (dodging the j-walking troop of baboons along the N2) to distribute posters for the Birding weekend in April. Sticking with a theme I was reluctantly coerced into bird sitting the Park Manager beloved 'Dirkie' - the dam thing hated me on sight, trying to bite me every time I went within a foot of his cage, I even tried speaking Afrikaans to keep him happy, in the end I was just grateful he hadn't pegged it in my care.

Being a woman of many talents, I even found time to open my very own taxi service! The Park gates are shut are 7.00 p.m. sharp and reopen at 7.00 a.m. but this does not stop visitors taking liberties - oh no! Having arrived late the night before, the same guests arrive at 8.00 p.m. after a day back in Cape Town - Asanda and I obligingly jump in the bakkie and make the 3km journey to open the gate. Unbelievably we receive a call at 4.30 a.m. - yes that's 4.30 in the morning - from the same couple, requesting we open the gates as they have any early flight - in........ have you guessed yet? Cape Town! Not so obliging we again drive down the track to the gate, this time they are given the stern word, from yours truly, not usual one for confrontation, I surprised myself, maybe it was the early hour! And just to ensure I received no beauty sleep whatsoever, the Venture used to transport the staff from town broke down- so I found myself in Swellendam for 6.30 a.m. what joy!

Wednesday, I took the pregnant Luzann, who is now on light duties and bored out of her poor little mind, on a jaunt through the breathtaking Langeberg mountains, with shallow walls built between the road and a sheer drop it made for an interesting drive. Again trying to drum up more business for the Birding weekend by distributing posters to the areas of Barrydale and Suurbraak.
On returning back to reception, we were informed a snake had been seen in the kitchen, strangely enough everyone suddenly seemed averse to eating their lunch. I have to admit I had to check under my bed before going to sleep that night!

Asanda has become the 'Madonna' of the Western Cape - having changed her hair style for the third time in two months, starting with a curly bob, then short and straight, and now long and braided. Seriously every time I see her, I have to do a double take!

The Gazette and Herald, the local rag in my sleepy home town Malton, has wrote a small article regarding my fundraising for Mabunda Primary School (see link). I am also hoping to go into print here in SA, having wrote an article about the recent Bontebok Game Capture, which has been sent to both the Swellendam Gazette and the SANParks GO WILD magazine. Go girlfriend!


Thursday saw the arrival of three new bakkies for the Park, in fetching shade of greenish baby diarrhoea!

And Friday, I held the Bishops Balls! Let me explain, the Park is often sponsored by a local gentleman by the name of Adin Greaves, in his own way he likes to get involved with issues in the Park. He invited me on a game drive around the Park, educating me on species of plants and wildlife. Sorry to disappoint - the Bishops Balls is the common name for a plant found in the Park! Kindly I was also invited to join Adin and his lovely Wife, Sharon for supper and enjoyed pasta and Kudu (see photo, although not the exact one!) meatballs in their beautiful home.

Spaghetti arms!

Till Sunday 8th March 2009 - Saturday is a true girlie day, starting off with all day breakfast (delicious) at Manna Haven in Swellendam with Phiebe and Bulelwa. Bulelwa doesn't usually venture into town, on account of a local lady being after her blood! Bulelwa is blamed for firing this woman from her position in the Park, which is completely unjustified. Bulelwa is making use of her bodyguards, namely Phiebe and myself, and taking the opportunity to go on a real spending splurge.

The afternoon is spent indulging in ice cream and chick flicks. Watching two of Bulelwas' films (Diary of a Mad Black Woman and Madeas' Family Reunion) and then a film of my choosing - pure iconic - I introduce Phiebe and Bulelwa to Dirty Dancing - can you believe they have never seen it!

Sunday, I become an honorary Ranger for the day, joining Ruhan and Jack in a river study (unofficial fishing) at Die Stroom, not that we catch anything, our equipment being a bit primitive and all! Fishing line, a stick as a float and a beetle for bait! On the journey back to Reception, we encourage a puff adder to move from basking in the road. Also I eat my first alien species, that being a prickly pear fruit, tasting similar to a kiwi without the pips.

It's easy like Sunday morning!

Till Friday 6th March 2009 - This week has not been without its ups and downs. Monday, I felt completely overwhelmed, unsure where to turn and questioning myself as to why I was here. My workload seemed to increasing by the minute, with several deadlines looming, although the amount of work wasn't the real issue. The work is a challenge, creating business plans, quarterly reports, activities for children, but it takes time to learn new skills and I was becoming increasingly frustrated by the system, nothing being up-to-date and I couldn't locate the information I needed.
Thankfully this was just a blip, and after a quick chat with Carli, the Park Manager, I was back on track, a happier bunny. So happy in fact that I have made the decision to try and extend my visa to enable me to stay in South Africa until January 2010. With the current financial crisis, there seems little to come home for at the moment, I miss family and friends of course, but I am sure they can cope without me a little longer! I'd like to complete a full year to experience all the seasons and be involved with Kids in Parks at Bontebok, which is scheduled for October and November. I therefore have to deal with the nice people at Home Affairs, wish me luck.The end of the week, bought great excitement with Game Capture. The veld at Bontebok National Park can sustain between 130 to 170 Bontebok, with numbers currently in excess of 230 including babies, we needed to re home around 80. Wednesday saw the arrival of SANParks Game Capture Unit, who proceeded to set up the external structure of the boma (pen) of posts and cables, with the help of our Field Rangers. Whilst setting up the boma I heard one of the guys say 'It's easy, like Sunday morning', which brought a smile to my face. The structure would be covered with drop nets the following morning to ensure no overnight casualties.
As the African sun silently rose over the veld, Thursday morning, it is soon time to begin. After debriefing, everyone took their position. The blades of the helicopter slowly rotating, whirling faster and faster until it finally lifted off the ground and into the cloudless sky.
The first herd of Bontebok driven by the helicopter galloped straight past the boma, narrowly missing the group of eager to help Cape Nature students crouched behind a bush cluster. I resisted the urge to cheer, secretly not wanting them to take our Bonte!
The initial shaky start was soon forgotten, as herd after herd of Bontebok were driven into the boma. The helicopter pilot confirming the encasement of the antelope, with a dramatic siren, giving opportunity to rangers to run across the boma, closing the net gates, and driving the animals to the capture nets, where they become entangled. The first batch I have to admit bought a tear to my eye, seeing the animals so distressed.
The rangers then grab the Bontebok by the horns (ears if dealing with a lamb), removing them from the net, holding them until a tranquilizer could be administered and a blood sample taken, the animal were then loaded onto a container for transportation. A job, easier said than done, the Bontebok having great strength, kicking and bucking, struggling to break free. Even the little ones were feisty and gave the Rangers a run for their money.
One Bontebok made a leap for freedom from the truck, flying through the air with his handler still attached, the guy never let go for a second, which was pretty impressive.
As official paparazzi for the event as soon as the siren hit my ears, I was off sprinting across the veld with my cameras, manoeuvring myself through the nets and into the boma. Amidst clouds of dust, it was difficult to determine who was leading who, with men being flung this way and that, dragged by the frightened Bontebok, it certainly wasn't the safest place to be and I did question my rationality. But yet I found myself in the boma, time and time again enjoying the adrenaline.
Continuing until the heat of the day was too much, the first morning proved very successful, with the capture of 65 Bontebok, and just one incident, this being the loss of a horn for one lamb during capture. The lambs are usually caught and held by the ears, because their horns can be removed, whilst very young.
Game capture continued the following morning, I stay in the boma for the final capture of just 13 Bontebok, crouched behind a bush until the moment of truth, not having the strengthen to hold one the antelopes I assisted placing plastic tubes on the horns of a bull, which was pretty scary in itself.
The total captured now 78 including lambs. 40 of the Bontebok being sold to two private land owners, and the remains 38 transferred to the Agulhas Biosphere Initiative. Although game capture is naturally distressing to the animals involved, to reduce the stress levels of the antelope, the team endeavored to keep family group together and mothers with their babies.
Photo is Luzan (Zan for short) in action and 7 months pregnant! Wanting to experience game capture she omitted to tell her supervisor her condition. Naughty girl!

Are we there yet?

Till Sunday 1st March 2009 - The start of our girlie weekend, we travelled two and half hours to George with Ronald and his wife, left on York Street and wait for Philip (Phiebes boyfriend and our ride to Wilderness) and we wait and we wait some more. Finally as we are about to give up hope Philip arrives, and we jump into the back of the bakkie, enjoying the cushioning from the supplied mattress. A quick visit to the local supermarket, we buy enough food to feed a small army, under the pretext that Phiebe and Philip may be joining us for a braai on Saturday night! One more stop at Mackie D's, and we were on our way to Wilderness.
Arriving in darkness, we carefully climb the steps up to our wood chalet, our accommodation being precariously built on stilts. The whole thing moves every time you walk through the different rooms.
I sleep with my curtains open, looking forward to the scenery in the morning, I was not disappointed, with lush green mountains being the first thing I see once awake and able to focus. Waking early, I start cooking breakfast, SA hasn't yet welcomed the concept of individual sausages, so I attempt to fry the mother of all sausages, this one being over a foot long and filling the whole frying pan! Introducing Bulelwa to fried bread, we sit outside to eat, watching the guinea fowl across the lawn. I think I could get use to this outdoor living.
Breakfast is followed by a brisk hike on the Half Kingfisher Trail, a total of 7.2 km. Taking us to the Parks waterfall after negotiating the rivers pontoon. The walk takes us over 3 hours, the incentive of chocolate cake and ice cake ensuring our journey back is completed in record time.
Not content with the days already strenuous exercise, subconsciously needing to work off the previously mentioned indulgence maybe, we set off to make use of the beach, being told it should take us a mere 15 minutes to walk. Half an hour later, we take our first step onto the white sands and within seconds the heavens open, coupled with the driving winds along the shore line, we are soaked and rather damply make out way back to base camp for a much needed hot shower.
With no news from Phiebe, we start the mammoth task of eating all the food we have bought, having an indoor braai, without the braai. We make a proper girlie night of it, setting up mattresses on the lounge floor and watching a chick flick. I tease Bulelwa, after leaving a sizable piece of chocolate cake uneaten! Wasteful minx! Talk about eyes bigger than your belly!
Sunday starts again with a full English, we have managed to blag ourselves a free session on the Parks canoe, Bulelwa having never experienced canoeing, and me hardly able to remember how to paddle, you could say it was the blind, leading the blind. For fear of falling in with my camera equipment, I barely allowed Bulelwa to breathe let alone paddle. But once back on shore, I gave Bulelwa a quick paddling lesson and were out on the water again briefly, asking a guy camping to take a couple of photos as hard evidence.
In the afternoon, we thought we'd try our luck again at the beach, this time award with sunshine and cool waters.
The sands were a treasure trove of shells, although you had to be careful, some had inhabitants, tens of sea snails scurried around, in between some very odd blue coloured jelly fish.
Concerned that we hadn't eaten enough chocolate cake (it being large enough to feed a small country, and I don't like waste) we made our way back, quickly calling into Reception to reassure them we hadn't drown whilst canoeing.
Bellies full, we pack and wait for our ride to George (giving Philip the remaining cake, a mere sixth of its original size, for his trouble) and then catching a lift with Ronald back to Swellendam, already planning our next weekend away to Tsitsikamma, which worryingly has the highest bungee jump in the World!