What a weekend! When will this happiness take a breather? I'm starting to think that death by delight is actually a likely possibility in my book. On Friday, five of us females embarked on an incredible tour of the Garden Route. We saw everything from spastic lemurs to suicidal bungee jumpers (aka moi). But before I get started, I just want to inform you that this is going to be quite a long post, so bear with me! I promise that it will be worth every misspelled word, but it will be quite lengthy for someone who might be low on their ADD meds. In order to break down this voyage, I am going to map out our excursion day by day. Lets get started!
DAY ONE: FRIDAY
After some last minute packing and what not, the five of us (Regan, Micala, Gabby, Marina, and I) squeezed into our rented Nissan with a life supply of oranges and cashews (no joke) and a supersized side of enthusiasm to go. Oh, I must also not forget the friendly "keep left" sign that was made in order to remind us that life was preferable and thus it was important to remember that cars stuck to the left on South African highways. Hello roadside abductors, we are a car full of American girls in case you didn't already know. We took off on the N2, rolling through beautiful a beautiful countryside lined with wildflowers and a surplus of sheep and ostrich pastures. So much for cows right? The weather was warm, sunny, and very spring-like. There were only a few legitimate towns (otherwise defined as places with actual petrol stations) that could be found after a certain mile marker. The horizon was softened with the glow of the setting sun behind the mountains lingering in the distance. About a million rounds of Kid Cudi and techno rave music later, along with about 5 near death driving disasters on the un-lit road, we made it to our hostel in Knysna. Exhausted and crippled from the cramped ride, we were a little fronted when met by our odd hostel keeper. Hansie, as we came to call him, was quite upset by the fact that we had missed his dinner and informed us that by leaving anything in the car (including the oranges), it would be ransacked by 14 year old drug dealers. Apparently, "Children of the Corn" is coming out with another sequel. In our tired and hungry state, the most we could do was laugh and hope that he didn't go Buffalo Bill on us later that night. Aside from dear ole' Hansie, the hostel itself was comfortable, quiet, and perfect for what we needed for the evening. The five of us squeezed in a late dinner at the harbor before crashing at the hostel and promising Hansie that we would eat his crumpets in the morning... we didn't want to test a potential milk carton add.
DAY TW0: SATURDAY
True to our word, we got up the next day and scarfed down Hansie's crumpets, which were quite good, and then proceeded to re-pack the car... oranges and all. Given that we had spent our morning at his hostel, Hansie seemed to be on his meds again and quite happy with our clan. He gave us some all to friendly hugs and tried to carry on conversation which resulted in him asking "Now, which one of you is the naughty one?"... can you guess which one he pointed to? Yeah, am I really that obvious. Thanks Hansie, as if that needed to be acknowledged at 9:30am. What a weirdo... him I mean, haha. The weather was slightly overcast in the morning when we decided to pay a visit to the viewpoint in Knysna before heading up towards Plettenberg Bay, our sleeping destination for the next two nights. After parking our car outside of a small harbor, we set off on a short trail that wrapped around a rocky terrain, dented with small caves and beat with the chilly tide of the Indian Ocean. The sight was quite beautiful, a sight for sore morning eyes. After breathing in the sweet salty air for about an hour, we re-entered the car (which we decided to nickname Hansie) and trekked up Monkey Land and Birds of Eden to soak up some wildlife.
Set side by side, we decided to indulge in Monkey Land first and upon entering, we were immediately met with a monkey who chucked his passion fruit at us from up in the canopy. Welcome? At the beginning of our tour, we were informed that touching the monkeys was prohibited (shucks) and that every monkey in the natural sanctuary was a product of human abuse and/or harmful interference through poorly enforced diets, ownership, etc. Thus, the park was set on ensuring that human interference through touch was nie obsolete. We saw about seven different species of these clever little things, fighting over orange peels and swinging around the canopy tops. The sanctuary was 100% natural and along the trail, we crossed the longest suspension bridge (that was made out of bamboo) in South Africa. It was a lot of fun to "monkey around" with the little guys for a while before moving on to the Birds of Eden. After we were through, we moved next door to flying rat paradise. Although I'm not a huge fan of birds, it was a lot of fun to dodge bird poo and beaks of furry in order to get a glimpse at some of the most beautiful avian individuals I have ever seen. This tour was not guided, thus our ears were able to give way to the beautiful bird lingo vibrating through the refuge.
Following the end of our walk through was loaded up into Hansie and passed by a group of baboons on the side of the road before hitting the N2 again for our 30-minute drive to Plettenberg. Although the town itself was dead due to the fact that we were visiting in the winter months, it was quite nestled in a beautiful stretch of the coastline. Our hostel, which was equal to the cost of about $12 US dollars a night, was a five minute walk from the beach and possessed a balcony that overlooked the bay and all of its visitors including the occasional whale, dolphin, and surfer. I'd call that a deal hey? We walked down to the beach for a while, digging our toes into the cool sand and whale/surfer watched from the handsome shoreline. The hostel owner, Ben (a really chill and stoked guy), and his girlfriend invited us to the hostel cookout that was all you can eat South African cuisine for R85 ($13) on the balcony. Of course, our skinny pockets screamed out "Yes!" and we joined the rest of the hostel that night for some of the best grub of my lifeeeeeee!!! Upon meeting the rest of the backpackers, we made friends with a group of guys from Cape Town who were passing through on their yearly surf outing and also an American couple who was spending some time in South Africa for the summer. A couple glasses of wine and 2.5 plates of food later, our hearts and tummies were full... ready for a good night's sleep.
DAY THREE: SUNDAY
So, for those of you who have stayed in hostels before, you know that possibly the worst thing that could happen to you aside from ending up on the missing persons list is being bunked with a chronic snorer. Well folks, the five of us were introduced to our Colombian counterparts through a loud, rude awaking caused by what might have been the strangest snoring technique known to mankind. In other words, none of us slept. On the bright side, we were all awake to witness the breathtaking sunrise that had crept of over the bay. After our alarms sounded, the lot of us dressed and readied our still full tummies for another fun-filled day. Regan, Micala, and I were scheduled to embark on a canopy tour of Tsitsikamma, just past the Bloukrans bridge where I'd be bungee jumping the following morning (but keep your clothes on, we will get to that soon enough!). Marina and Gabby had decided to opt out of the tour and enjoy some free time instead due to the questionable weather report. Side note on South African weather (hence the blog title): ITS 100% UNPREDICTABLE. In other words, if it says hey guys, there's a sub zero blizzard approaching, then expect to throw on a bikini and hit the surf. Great motivation to stay in swimsuit shape year round right? We saw everything from snow on the mountain tops to boys in board shorts. Totally mind bottling. Anyways, apologies for the tangent, but long story short the rain that was supposed to ruin our days decided to hold off and the three of us were rewarded with the breathtaking and fulfilled experience of zip-lining through the canopy tops of the rich forest with a group of about 9 loud and fabulous Italians. Needless to say, it was blast.
For the remainder of the afternoon, we hung out at the hostel, watched Alice and Wonderland with Ben, and then hit Knysna for a delicious dinner at a small restaurant called Crab's Creek right on the water. Some of our new hostel friends joined as we watched Regan and Micala eat half of the Indian Ocean's population of fish and shellfish on what was literally referred to as a "Seafood Feast." I swear the little mermaid lost flounder and Sebastian somewhere in that massacre. Anyways, the conclusion was that we all had yet another amazing meal and evening all together. After all, that meal might have been my last for all I knew, for the following morning I would be jumping from the world's highest commercial bungee jump location at Bloukrans Bridge.
DAY FOUR: MONDAY
Once again, we all woke up at the crack of should-not-be-awake-slash-alive-slash-functioning dawn in order to start our day. We sadly said farewell to our beloved hostel in Plett and returned to Bloukrans for the jump of a lifetime (or potentially the last one of my life EVER). The windy climate brought back to my mind the previous ill experience with it on the top of Table Mountain a couple of weeks ago, but never the less, Marina and I (the only two crazy enough to jump) suited up, jet puffed in fleece beneath our harnesses and walked out towards the bridge. There wasn't really a moment when I felt truly afraid, just humbled by the task at hand. The employees were a positively radiant bunch, and after crossing the grated crosswalk which gave you a direct line of vision to the bottom of the gorge (aka a rocky and distant death) below, we made it to the center of the bridge where shaking consciousness was met with the amped volume of upbeat tunes. It was literally like being at a theme party/ hazing ceremony.
We were not able to choose our order of execution, but I was the first out of the two of us to be chosen to go. Up to this point, the scariest thing that I can say happened was the fact that everyone's weight was put on our hands in plain sight. Thank god none us knew how the conversion system worked after the dinner we had the previous night. Would have been a depressing last thought eh? The man strapping me in wrapped my legs in padding and then plated it with a very simple, tightly wrapped rope. And when I mean simple, I mean simple. It wasn't much for trying to make you feel safe... although they insisted that you were. Lets not mess up that 100% satisfaction rate yeah? After I was strapped in and attached to the bungee, two of the guys helped me hop to the edge... and when I say edge, I mean edge. My shivering toes hung over the sliver of oblivion below my eager tennis shoes. For my own sake, I chose not to look down at that moment, but rather to laugh it off instead. With a smile stretched from ear to ear, I waited for their count down of, "5...4...3...2...1...BUNGEE!" and jumped out as far as I could, "Stereo Love" blaring in the background. For those 7 seconds, I was in total and complete free fall, one of the most inexplicable sensations there is. My heart was dropped into what felt an endless realm of bliss and was then caught by the security of a light tug of the bungee line that bounced me back up and down until my marvelous momentum was brought to an end. Hanging upside down, I was literally able to see the world from a differ view. After about a minute of blood rushing to my head and the now daunting view of the ground below me, I was relieved to be met by a guy on a harness, ready to lift me back up to the top of the bridge. For anyone who thinks that they might be able to do it... DO IT! It was an unreal experience.
After our jumps, the lot of us waved goodbye to our "adventure land" and turned Hansie back in the direction of Cape Town, our come to be home away from home. Instead of taking our previous route, we headed further inland through St. Lowry's Pass on the N1, an awe-inspiring road that hugged some of the most beautiful mountain landscape that I have ever seen. Waterfalls sleeked from the top of the melting summits and snow could be seen falling on the tallest of the peeks from the gray clouds that chilled the entire atmosphere. We were all exhausted and relieved to be out of Hansie after our 7-hour drive, but the memories of the laughter filled adventures we stowed away in our smiles will be worth storytelling for the rest of our lives!
Do me a favor and listen to
"Swim Until You Can't See Land" by Frightened Rabbit... it'll give you a better salute then I could ever conjure of for the end of this post!! :^)
**Hopper**
After some last minute packing and what not, the five of us (Regan, Micala, Gabby, Marina, and I) squeezed into our rented Nissan with a life supply of oranges and cashews (no joke) and a supersized side of enthusiasm to go. Oh, I must also not forget the friendly "keep left" sign that was made in order to remind us that life was preferable and thus it was important to remember that cars stuck to the left on South African highways. Hello roadside abductors, we are a car full of American girls in case you didn't already know. We took off on the N2, rolling through beautiful a beautiful countryside lined with wildflowers and a surplus of sheep and ostrich pastures. So much for cows right? The weather was warm, sunny, and very spring-like. There were only a few legitimate towns (otherwise defined as places with actual petrol stations) that could be found after a certain mile marker. The horizon was softened with the glow of the setting sun behind the mountains lingering in the distance. About a million rounds of Kid Cudi and techno rave music later, along with about 5 near death driving disasters on the un-lit road, we made it to our hostel in Knysna. Exhausted and crippled from the cramped ride, we were a little fronted when met by our odd hostel keeper. Hansie, as we came to call him, was quite upset by the fact that we had missed his dinner and informed us that by leaving anything in the car (including the oranges), it would be ransacked by 14 year old drug dealers. Apparently, "Children of the Corn" is coming out with another sequel. In our tired and hungry state, the most we could do was laugh and hope that he didn't go Buffalo Bill on us later that night. Aside from dear ole' Hansie, the hostel itself was comfortable, quiet, and perfect for what we needed for the evening. The five of us squeezed in a late dinner at the harbor before crashing at the hostel and promising Hansie that we would eat his crumpets in the morning... we didn't want to test a potential milk carton add.
True to our word, we got up the next day and scarfed down Hansie's crumpets, which were quite good, and then proceeded to re-pack the car... oranges and all. Given that we had spent our morning at his hostel, Hansie seemed to be on his meds again and quite happy with our clan. He gave us some all to friendly hugs and tried to carry on conversation which resulted in him asking "Now, which one of you is the naughty one?"... can you guess which one he pointed to? Yeah, am I really that obvious. Thanks Hansie, as if that needed to be acknowledged at 9:30am. What a weirdo... him I mean, haha. The weather was slightly overcast in the morning when we decided to pay a visit to the viewpoint in Knysna before heading up towards Plettenberg Bay, our sleeping destination for the next two nights. After parking our car outside of a small harbor, we set off on a short trail that wrapped around a rocky terrain, dented with small caves and beat with the chilly tide of the Indian Ocean. The sight was quite beautiful, a sight for sore morning eyes. After breathing in the sweet salty air for about an hour, we re-entered the car (which we decided to nickname Hansie) and trekked up Monkey Land and Birds of Eden to soak up some wildlife. 
Set side by side, we decided to indulge in Monkey Land first and upon entering, we were immediately met with a monkey who chucked his passion fruit at us from up in the canopy. Welcome? At the beginning of our tour, we were informed that touching the monkeys was prohibited (shucks) and that every monkey in the natural sanctuary was a product of human abuse and/or harmful interference through poorly enforced diets, ownership, etc. Thus, the park was set on ensuring that human interference through touch was nie obsolete. We saw about seven different species of these clever little things, fighting over orange peels and swinging around the canopy tops. The sanctuary was 100% natural and along the trail, we crossed the longest suspension bridge (that was made out of bamboo) in South Africa. It was a lot of fun to "monkey around" with the little guys for a while before moving on to the Birds of Eden. After we were through, we moved next door to flying rat paradise. Although I'm not a huge fan of birds, it was a lot of fun to dodge bird poo and beaks of furry in order to get a glimpse at some of the most beautiful avian individuals I have ever seen. This tour was not guided, thus our ears were able to give way to the beautiful bird lingo vibrating through the refuge. 
Following the end of our walk through was loaded up into Hansie and passed by a group of baboons on the side of the road before hitting the N2 again for our 30-minute drive to Plettenberg. Although the town itself was dead due to the fact that we were visiting in the winter months, it was quite nestled in a beautiful stretch of the coastline. Our hostel, which was equal to the cost of about $12 US dollars a night, was a five minute walk from the beach and possessed a balcony that overlooked the bay and all of its visitors including the occasional whale, dolphin, and surfer. I'd call that a deal hey? We walked down to the beach for a while, digging our toes into the cool sand and whale/surfer watched from the handsome shoreline. The hostel owner, Ben (a really chill and stoked guy), and his girlfriend invited us to the hostel cookout that was all you can eat South African cuisine for R85 ($13) on the balcony. Of course, our skinny pockets screamed out "Yes!" and we joined the rest of the hostel that night for some of the best grub of my lifeeeeeee!!! Upon meeting the rest of the backpackers, we made friends with a group of guys from Cape Town who were passing through on their yearly surf outing and also an American couple who was spending some time in South Africa for the summer. A couple glasses of wine and 2.5 plates of food later, our hearts and tummies were full... ready for a good night's sleep.
So, for those of you who have stayed in hostels before, you know that possibly the worst thing that could happen to you aside from ending up on the missing persons list is being bunked with a chronic snorer. Well folks, the five of us were introduced to our Colombian counterparts through a loud, rude awaking caused by what might have been the strangest snoring technique known to mankind. In other words, none of us slept. On the bright side, we were all awake to witness the breathtaking sunrise that had crept of over the bay. After our alarms sounded, the lot of us dressed and readied our still full tummies for another fun-filled day. Regan, Micala, and I were scheduled to embark on a canopy tour of Tsitsikamma, just past the Bloukrans bridge where I'd be bungee jumping the following morning (but keep your clothes on, we will get to that soon enough!). Marina and Gabby had decided to opt out of the tour and enjoy some free time instead due to the questionable weather report. Side note on South African weather (hence the blog title): ITS 100% UNPREDICTABLE. In other words, if it says hey guys, there's a sub zero blizzard approaching, then expect to throw on a bikini and hit the surf. Great motivation to stay in swimsuit shape year round right? We saw everything from snow on the mountain tops to boys in board shorts. Totally mind bottling. Anyways, apologies for the tangent, but long story short the rain that was supposed to ruin our days decided to hold off and the three of us were rewarded with the breathtaking and fulfilled experience of zip-lining through the canopy tops of the rich forest with a group of about 9 loud and fabulous Italians. Needless to say, it was blast. 
We were not able to choose our order of execution, but I was the first out of the two of us to be chosen to go. Up to this point, the scariest thing that I can say happened was the fact that everyone's weight was put on our hands in plain sight. Thank god none us knew how the conversion system worked after the dinner we had the previous night. Would have been a depressing last thought eh? The man strapping me in wrapped my legs in padding and then plated it with a very simple, tightly wrapped rope. And when I mean simple, I mean simple. It wasn't much for trying to make you feel safe... although they insisted that you were. Lets not mess up that 100% satisfaction rate yeah? After I was strapped in and attached to the bungee, two of the guys helped me hop to the edge... and when I say edge, I mean edge. My shivering toes hung over the sliver of oblivion below my eager tennis shoes. For my own sake, I chose not to look down at that moment, but rather to laugh it off instead. With a smile stretched from ear to ear, I waited for their count down of, "5...4...3...2...1...BUNGEE!" and jumped out as far as I could, "Stereo Love" blaring in the background. For those 7 seconds, I was in total and complete free fall, one of the most inexplicable sensations there is. My heart was dropped into what felt an endless realm of bliss and was then caught by the security of a light tug of the bungee line that bounced me back up and down until my marvelous momentum was brought to an end. Hanging upside down, I was literally able to see the world from a differ view. After about a minute of blood rushing to my head and the now daunting view of the ground below me, I was relieved to be met by a guy on a harness, ready to lift me back up to the top of the bridge. For anyone who thinks that they might be able to do it... DO IT! It was an unreal experience.
The main objective in a classroom here tends to be to listen, shut up, take notes, and re-write in your work what the professor tells you to. The creative writing factor is slightly reduced in comparison to what we are encouraged to do in the States. This will be a slight challenge for me given that I am about at tooty fruity as they get and have to reel myself back in regularly at Richmond when I complete assignments. It has been a truly interesting experience however to sit in a class full of people where I, for the first time in my life, am the foreigner (that is excluding a republican roundtable if I ever attended one... I think I'd just catch on fire). Most of my classes are any where from 3-4 times a week and all of them have required tutorials (TUTS) that must be attended, however you can skip the occasional lecture if you've kept up with your work. I only have one class, Afrikaans, in which attendance is taken. This is another enormous difference given that at Richmond, not only do we have rosters, but we have rosters with our pictures on them just to ensure that the professor knows when we are present. Should I therefore see the UCT system as a more favorable situation? Ha, perhaps I shouldn't get too used to it. Among the things that I love about being at UCT are the Course Readers, the raw and diverse population, and the view! Course Readers are given out for each class and are a compilation of every single article that you will read for the semester, thus you won't be wasting print credits on every daily reading! In terms of the population feel, it doesn't seem to posses the same type of security "polish" that a school like Richmond has. For example, this last week there was a Slam Poetry stage that took place during our lunch break, featuring talented rappers and poets speaking out on everything from women’s rights, to black rights, to how much weed someone liked to smoke. Like I said, raw, unprecedented, and wonderful.
However, my biggest pet peeve about the campus is that it is NOT COMPUTERIZED in its entirety. Thus, when one (aka me) needs to switch a course, you have to go get a course approval form from the faculty (college) in one building, walk five minutes over to another just to wait in a really long line to have an old man with coffee stains on his striped shirt and a strong stench of cigarettes ask you why you want to take "The Political Theory of BLA BLA BLA." Well, my answer for all of this was so that I could have Friday off, but I doubted that that answer would have achieved me the approval necessary to switch. Luckily, I worked it out FINALLY that I did indeed have free Fridays to travel around South Africa with: which I will be starting this weekend when I adventure down (or up) the Garden Route on the coast to do everything from bungee jumping at the highest commercial point to riding an ostrich. I mean, by now all of you should know that I'm not about comfortable normalcy... bring on the bizarre, insane, the adventure! Ha, it seems like each weekend I'm testing the bounds of my frail, human life a little more... but come on, it makes for a great Face Book album right ;) I think my wires were switched at some point an where apprehension should have gone, a lust for intrepid voyages took hold at my brain stem.
On Friday, my friends and I decided to re-kindle our love for Table Mountain (just kidding... we still love you after you tried to kill us last time) by taking the Cable Car to the top for a nice Saturday lunch. Luckily, there was NO wind at all and we had a fabulous time! Tons of food later and some spectacular views, we descended in the Cable Car and relaxed for the day, later taking it upon ourselves to attend our first Rugby Game. SO MUCH FUN! Regan and I decided to go against the grain, as per usual, and purchase our own tickets outside the travel company with a few other people to the WESTERN PROVINCE VS. THE PUMAS match at Newlands (the stadium). The game was so much fun to watch and our cheap tickets managed to score us some reasonable seats just behind the team benches. We really did have a great time! The next day, my entire house got up bright and early, excited for our Robben Island Trip! Well, it got cancelled due to weather, unfortunately. Stumped on what to do, the lot of us jumped into a near by mini bus to the Old Biscuit Mill Market. Basically, it's a farmer's market on steroids with some of the most delicious cuisine I've ever seen/ tasted! Its seems that everyone has fallen to the costly trend here of when in doubt, use your mouth! Regan and I split one of the most sinfully delicious cookies I have ever had... wooooowwwzaa that was some good stuff. That night, the lot of us decided to go and see INCEPTION... if any of you hobbits have yet to make to the theaters to see it, GO! It was so intense, so brilliant. I almost gave myself a bladder infection in the theater because I was too afraid to leave for the restroom and then miss something... again, I risked my life for this experience. It was that good. We all returned later for in the morning, at 4am, the crazier bunch of us would be making the two-hour drive to Gansbaai in order to cage dive with perhaps the most evolved Apex predator on the planet... the Great White (aka my teddy bear).
We were all in sweet morning bliss when all of a sudden, the boat made and awful sound and jolt. All of us looking back to see what we had hit, we saw an angry wale, basically flipping us off with his tale, in not far off the back of the boat. Yes, my friends, us model greenpeacers HIT the damn whale. I mean, it was fine, not like we could see it or anything... but I felt pretty darn guilty, not to mention the poor driver who looked like he had just torn Woody's arm off in Toy Story. I'm pretty sure that those crazy people on "Whale Wars" would have megaphone their hatred for us, only to follow shortly with a firing of stink bombs. Luckily, as I said, the whale was fine, but one of our engines failed which resorted in half of the boat having to be escorted off in a dingy a few hours later at the end of the dive. 
Our boat anchored itself just off Dreyer Island where tens of thousands of Cape Fur seals reside, hoping to avoid nasty Great White Encounters that we were aiming to find. Every now and again, you would see about a dozen sprinting seals making their way between landmasses on a strip of sea known as Shark Alley. They were literally swimming for their life. Once we where stationary, the boat crew began to chum the waters and all we could do was wait. Our skipper yelled for the first five volunteers to get suited up, ready for the first shark. Of course, I shot my hand up like Charley Brown on Thanksgiving. I looked around, and only one other person out the 16 had done the same. Figures. A little hesitantly, Regan joined in on the first cage dive with me, as did another three people. After suiting up in oversized, full body wetsuits, we jumped into the quiet water, filled with hundreds of small fish. The visibility was great, but it was so incredibly eerie. We had no snorkels, thus when someone up top spotted a shark, they would yell at us to dive and we would climb out way down to the bottom of the cage to get a glimpse of the shadow in the distance. Finally, someone screamed "DIVE! DIVE!" and there he was, my first Great White Shark, swimming confidently past the side of our cage. I never once felt fearful, but just a leap of excitement from my toes to my ears! For the next three hours, we watched at least 7 different enormous sharks pay us a visit. It was an unbelievable experience. Each group of 5 got about 20-30 minutes in the cage. What a spectacular experience. 
At one point, a few of us had been chilling on the top of the boat when, as I was luckily peering down the side of the boat, a 12 foot Great White fully breached about 8 feet from the side of the boat! We were absolutely speechless. Imagine seeing a lion doing a back flip, that is how incredible it was. Sadly, our time had to come to an end and we all threw our fleeces back on and headed to shore, passing a small group of penguins playing in the open water on the way back. After today, I feel much better about having to miss Shark Week for the first time in my life this coming week. Today's experience was truly unforgettable and I am sure that I will find a way to re-visit my new friends at Dreyer Island sometime in the near future. And so, that leaves me just about where I am now... really behind on reading and continually procrastinating on it by writing this blog! Ha, but I can't wait for my next wave of adventure that I will be sharing with you all oh so soon after my Garden Route voyage! Make sure, however, to keep re-visiting the site for smaller posts that I plan to send out in the mean time about random things that yall might find interesting!
