So it's up early for a trip to Bobo Campers in Joberg to get the paperwork all sorted before our (new) fellow adventurers arrive, bleary-eyed off the Virgin flight from London Heathrow.
All processed and sorted...but wait....our motorhome-with-no-name is no more...he's now called Charles. Clearly this is a bit of a crisis in our life...but one we have to come to terms with. Just one of life's little challenges....
...Anyway, it's really good to meet up with friends as the rest arrive. Also good to meet new people, as ever. We all stock up at the local Pick and Pay supermarket before heading off to the first campsite where we start up our braai with our neighbours (from the last tour).
Our new tour leaders hold their first meeting, which seems to go down quite well, while our braai readies itself for action, as friends old and new load it up with various cuts of meat. We set up our tables and eat and drink together, while the insects eat us.
Not a bad start. Not bad at all.
That's Charles, 3rd from left..
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