I slid into the blond leather upholstery of my car with my daughters and headed out for KZN. If we had an open top car then we could (a) have stood up and yelled "road trip" like Alan (which Alan? You guys are frucking with me, right?) (b) have frozen our balls/---- off as we drove past the snow in de Doorns.
We don't have an open top car, so we blasted tunes and headed on to Smithfield. Check out my bedroom at the B&B.
The next day we drove through rural Free State scenery and tried to find the odd bit of tar amongst the potholes. If anyone wondered what this "service delivery" issue might entail, try rural Free State roads. They provide a tiny insight into some of the problems we have.
Then we swooped through the Golden Gate. I quickly did the first ascent of this arete.
Finally we were in KZN. I was about to become the best.
Just to remind myself of my roots, I went off to the Valley of a Thousand Hills, and on the way stopped by the eponymous hotel.
Sad.
Anyway, I had heard that Howick Falls was pretty scary and intimidating.
Do I look scared and intimidated? Clearly not. In fact, this looks more like a shot from a cheese scene in Days of Our Lives.Perhaps I should do a screen test.
Melissa took photos.
Finally, it was off to Wet and Wild at uShaka. There is no place for false modesty. Veni, vidi, vici. With no warm, up, totally onsight I utterly crushed The Eviscerator.
That's all for today. In Part 2 you can read about how we went everyhere and did everything.
