There's a hole in my Canoe delighla delighla

Hey, hey it's been a while! Nice to see you around these parts and hope you're enjoying the blog.

It's been a strange one over the past week. Leaving Cape Town and all it had to offer was an interesting one. Mainly because it decided to rain once again, I think I'll call it the Michael Fish effect from now on. Al Gore take note, Gulf streams and ozone layers are no more, you need to take a look at that balding 80s weatherman that used to be on the tele! It's not an inconvenient truth, it's just s**t weather my man!

We have had the upturn from this freak set of aqua based events. Canoing. I'd certainly recommend it for all, the wind in your hair, paddle in hand, water in boat. Within seconds of pushing off trying to follow our instructor a.k.a imagine Mick Dundee with the voice of someone who smokes 60 Marlboro a day, we were, to put it bluntly on our arses getting swept downstream in a river which Mr Dundee had told us only moment before could harbour some of the world's most poisoness snakes. Good start.

Being British, stiff upper lip and all we wrestled with the currents and clambered back into our water taxi. Striving to get upstream Mick decided that an over land approach would be the best one, which considering the size of the hole we manged to puncture into the side of our canoe five minutes later when we got back in the wet stuff, we maybe should've followed his advice. Not to worry though, out came the lighter and plastic bag and bang, it was fixed and we were ready to face the rapids. Now prizes for guessing what happened there and once again when we got back to base. You know you can patch up holes in boats as much as you want but if you're going to capsize, the result is going to be the same!

Of course being the ever experienced travelers that we are, an afternoon on tequila and oysters followed, not the best combination but our trusty guide from he bar at the hostel assured us that oysters actually sober you up. This I am still not too sure about.

Not to be deterred by the elements (or the oysters), we hired some bikes and discovered that drinking beer in the day and never exercising results in a ridiculously though climb up some mountains (not to be helped my a 21 gear bike which only lets you select the 1st and last 7 gears!) We even met a Aussie who went along with us and thankfully we weren't out shone. No pommie bashing to Knysna! We'll keep that strictly to the cricket and off to Jeffreys Bay we went.

If Carlsberg made hostels they certainly would've had a part in this one. It's something else. Picture this, en suite room, stone tiled floor, balcony looking out over the Indian ocean and beds made from some from chunky bits of tree. Not bad for 10.50 a night really! Two minutes and we're again in the water, riding the waves of the ocean. Ducking, diving (and also throwing up in my case after possibly the heaviest night on the good stuff in a very long time!) But not to make you too jealous, the sand is only a shade of off white rather than that pure stuff you'll see in the Caribbean, it's such a shame really!

Time to go now once again, going to Port Elizabeth tomorrow then off to one of the remote places in on our Route in Coffee Bay. Maybe the sand will be white there!? Stay tuned...

Tim