Leaving for Kenya/Tanzania tommorow

Well, I did it. All of you know me know that I love to drive. I was given permission to drive Justin's thrasher to Franschoek, which is a strange little Hugenot town outside of Paarl, while he was at work. Driving, on the left, mind you, was both insanely comfortable and insanely absurd. It was nice to be driving a stick shift, and I fouhnd myself getting rather cocky behind the wheel. When I needed to slow suddenly, my right hand shot down to downshift, and I got a knuckle full of metal. Turning is also quite interesting. I was alright with following the car in front like a sheep, but needing to turn, I often wanted to turn into the right hand lane from. Reversing, I looked over my right shoulder out of sheer habit, and thus received a face full of glass, which is equivalently painful to the knuckle full of metal. If not more. But being free to pull over at any given moment to take a photo (or a pee) was heavenly. I can now chalk up my driving experiences to terrifying Italy, supereasy France with their lovely roundabouts, to which I am addicted, and now, dare I say semi-backward South Africa ( being on the left and all). I am now back in Cape Town, and spent my last full day hiking Lions Head, which, connected by a hill of "spines" overlooks the rump towards Robben Island, where Mandela (who just recently celebrated his 50th) was kept all of those awful years. I did buy my first souvenir, that is to say, the first thing that wasn't completely necessary. I haggled my way like a proper Rexrode into a bag covered with guineafowl, which are probably my favorite animal so far. Justin calls them bowling balls with wings. Ill check in again when I arrive in Nairobi before my tour. On to game viewing!