Afri-surf

When we last left off, we had acquired some good vibes from people, some jewelry, and some general love.

Next, Jill and I headed to Jeffrey's Bay where we took surfing lessons with a fortyish year old man with sun bleached hair, a wonderfully permanent weathered tan, and a name to match his persona: Andrew Moon. YES.

He looooooved teaching us to surf, which meant that we loved taking lessons from him. We didn't really stand up on the boards (well, Jill got up once with a triumphant YES! before going down:)

Later that night, while wondering around the hostel, sand covered and sunburned, a walk out of my room, eyes blurry, wandering to the shower when there, in front of me is....

MERLIN. (See Windhoek post) My thatched roof idealistic French nemesis. Dun-DUn-DUN.

"Small world, eh?" he said. We hugged as I planned his demise, and by demise I mean nothing at all. But it was pretty random.

After Jeff's Bay/surfing, Jill and I had 2 travel days involving a trailer park in Bloemfontein, a bug flying INTO my eye and staying there for five minutes, and then we headed to Lesotho which involves combi adventures, peacocks fighting on a tin roof above our lodge, and our local pony guide trash talking Bush as we climbed a mountain in the middle of the Malealea hills.

Stay tuned. :) Howev, we are currently in Jo'burg with Gino and Sandy. And we just made pizza. Holla.