For clarification purposes, as well as to anyone gullible enough to believe my previous claim of killing Dave, and of course before Interpol start bashing my door down, Dave was always going to leave ON HIS OWN DEVICES. I didn’t actually kill him. I was tempted, but no, he got my message and buggered off for 6 weeks in Swaziland on a more hands-on volunteer placement, before departing the continent, bound for the good ol’ Inkland, where he’s starting Uni in late September. Sucks to be him.

I’m glad to have that out in the open. Phew.

Oh I’m telling the truth about living with Becky though. The next two months are going to be hell.

Pete

Cape Town may be a beautiful city, but it’s pretty shitty when all you have to come back to from a fan-bloody-tastic holiday with no rain and daily averages in the 20′s is a rain soaked, cold, miserable city that you have to WORK in. Yeah, I started again on Monday, and guess what? It still sucks pretty big goat balls.

In other news, I’m now living with Becky. I axe-murderered Dave in his sleep, and my punishment is now I have to live with a woman. What a spiteful god I must have.

Pete

God I’m good at estimating my next post. I got a little time online in Swakopmund (Namibia) on the 7th but I really couldn’t be assed posting. Bite me. Anyway the overland was EXTREMELY cool. I conquered the mighty Zambezi (Vic falls, as in one of the 7 wonders of the world) on both a raft and a bodyboard (god that was fun and painful at the same time), conquered the mullet hairstyle (drunken night with hair clippers will do that to you) and conquered most of Southern Africa. My only regret was getting a migraine in Swakop, going to bed early and missing the biggest night of the 21 days. Oh well.

Photos WILL follow. God knows when but they will come sometime. I may give you an indepth into everything aswell. Who knows. BTW mullets pull chicks like nothing else.

Pete