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AFRICA 2019 - Part 2: A swim in the Devil's Pool, The Blue Train, and a Great White Shark cage dive!

Updated: Jun 28

Continuing directly on from 'Africa Part 1', there's no rest for the wicked. ;) It's going to be pretty hard to top how amazing our last week was, but we'll give it our very best shot!!

A quick stopover again at the Fairmont Nairobi, before a 4.30am pick up for our flight to Livingstone, Zambia; to the magnificent Victoria Falls.

Time to catch up on some wifi, after being on the Masai Mara for 3 days off grid -

and happy to be so.

Check in on home, all good...and load some pics.


They treat security very seriously here, and just driving into the Nairobi International Airport before dawn, we had to exit the car and walk through metal detectors,

and we were still probably a kilometre from the terminal.

I'll never complain about too much security. I think it's a blessing.

So, after a 3hr/15 min flight, which took us right past Mt Kilimanjaro,

her summit just peeking through the clouds -

(be still my heart - such strong memories of an extraordinary time of my life)...

...we arrived in the sleepy little town of Livingstone. I love it here. No more razor wire, and the only set of traffic lights in town weren't working,

due to their constant rolling blackouts...'power loading'... However, you do have to give way to the elephants.

Hard to describe, but the more remote a place, the more I feel at home. Whilst I really enjoy the likes of London and Paris, I'm truly a lover of the great outdoors. Give me a green and blue view over concrete any day.

We had 3 days booked at the David Livingstone Safari Lodge and Spa, and when I first booked it, I didn't think we'd find stuff to fill our days. Pffft, that's a joke!  If you come here, 3 days is the absolute minimum you should allow. I easily could have filled another couple of days.

Possibly it's something I could have researched more, but hey, at the time,

I thought 3 days would be plenty!

Besides, all I really wanted was to swim in the Devil's Swimming Poll at the top of

Victoria Falls - I thought the rest would be a nice fill in. How wrong was I?

There is so much to do and see here. It's absolutely fabulous.

Also, it depends on what season you are here for.

This was August... the beginning of the dry season - and the best time to swim at the falls. (Actually, like Australia, they hadn't had much of a wet season, and they were in drought, just like us at home.)

Now we have done this, I wouldn't be opposed to returning here one day, in the wet season, to see and feel the might of these 'wonder of the world' falls, as they plummet to earth under a cloud of mist. Apparently you can't even see them through the spray, you just hear them, feel them, and get soaked by them. It'd be an experience, that's for sure!

Here's our gorgeous digs for the next few days:

As we arrived in by about 10.30 am, our room wasn't quite ready yet.

That's OK, and to be expected at this hour.

Instead, we walked into the activities office to see what was available. I had quite a few things booked, but not a helicopter ride over the falls, which I was told was a 'must'. I wanted to wait to see how the weather was like, and yep, it was perfect now. When I asked "Can we possibly go today?" they replied, "There's a spot now, are you ready?" ..."Born ready! Let's do this!"

As we were walking out through the foyer, they came to let us know that our room was ready... how I said; "I'll be back. Gotta get to the chopper!"



Pretty much me as I was typing this...:)

I've never actually said that before.  Two ripper movie quotes by the same guy, in the one sentence. I'm such an idiot, but I love it, it's who I am - bad movie quotes and all! Sorry kids.

Yeah, nah, not sorry. :) 

So off we took, for 'The Flight of Angels.'
  Happy days indeed, woohoo!

There are 3 choices of flights to do and these are in order of length and cost: 1: Fly over falls.

2: Fly through gorge and over falls. 3. Fly through gorge, over falls and then over National Park.

Our agents back home had suggested we choose number 2,

so we did, and boy, what a great choice.

We left over National Park anyway, heinously dry from drought, and then we

descended into the gorge. Have I wanted another word for wow?

How about 'holy shit' ?


We followed the river, just metres above it, banking from left to right as we snaked around the tight bends - it felt like a scene from Mission Impossible!

It was absolutely thrilling!

Even if we didn't do the Falls, I still would have been ecstatic.

It was such an adrenaline rush!

Seriously, we are in a chopper here, not a boat. This was just awesome! The video is over on the wall.

We then rose above the falls, and did a figure 8 over it, so we all had a great view. I was front and centre, literally, so blimey Charlie, I was totally spoilt for a view!

David Livingstone is to have proclaimed when he first saw the falls:

"Scenes so lovely must have been gazed upon by

angels in their flight..."

Yep, fair call, I'd pay that. It's the perfect description. :) 

(Hover over his name and click on the link. His story is truly remarkable.)

Imagine if he saw it from up here - Aren't we lucky these days?

May I just add, that Dr Livingstone was so enamoured here, he did such great work, particularly in his plight to end slavery, that after he died, they removed his heart and buried it here in Zambia, - the rest of him is interred in

Westminster Abbey.

 Currently, being the dry season, and in drought, most of the water is channelled off, towards their hydro electric system, that's why the falls look somewhat diminished... However, in the wet season, nature takes hold and this entire cliff face of 1.7 kilometres is completed covered in a torrid of water. It is twice as high, and twice as wide as Niagara Falls.

My dream of swimming at the top, comes down completely to the amount of

water going over on the day. (My travel agent came here during the dry season, but it had just rained heavily, and they couldn't go.)

It's never guaranteed.

We get to do a walking tour of these tomorrow, then, hopefully, do the big swim the following day!

In the wet season, the falls fill this whole picture, beyond where the cliffs stop at the bottom of the photo.

So, not the day we had imagined after getting up a 4am in Nairobi.  Far out, the best part of travelling is just saying 'YES' and doing it! What a brilliant start to our stay in this truly amazing location.

Back to the hotel, via the 'Elephant Crossing area', and seeing many of the steel fences around here have just been trampled/pushed over. They go, where they choose. Fence? What fence?

 We found our room, facing the Zambezi River; gorgeous, and more mosquito nets -

and for good reason! We had a balcony, but couldn't use it for the hordes of mozzies outside,

but at least it was a beautiful view.

 Time to check out the rest of the place, and grab some lunch and perhaps a bevy...?

 A very well positioned, and well used deck, day and night.

Now, if you're going to have a burger and fries...have a burger and fries to indulge in!

(For what it's worth, I don't eat the bread... )

 The food here is plentiful and really cheap!

With the next two days having various activities planned, we sincerely enjoyed the rest of the afternoon, laying by the pool, relishing in doing nothing... for a change!

Then as day turns into dusk, the colours of the African sky transform into an artist's

palette of technicolour.

Check out the mozzies!!!! Strangely though, they never sat on you or bit you!

As we say in Australia..."Ahhh, the serenity!"


 A new day dawned, a carbon copy, weather wise, of the day before. Such is the dry season here.

We enjoyed a buffet breakfast overlooking the river, and yes,

that's a crocodile just cruising past...

as they do!

 We headed off later for our walking tour of the falls. It was just Trev and I, so a private tour, even better.

Sometimes its nice to have a one on one...or in this case, a one on two. :)

I had booked in for a Gorge Swing the Victoria Bridge.

Like a bungee jump, but not so much of a 'dead drop',

more of a free fall and huge pendulum swing after that.

Right up my alley, but not Trev's. 

He'll kiss my cheek goodbye on this one and video me. That's this afternoon. Walkies first.

This was great.

Views to die for, (well, hopefully not...) and a wonderful history lesson.

We had baboons and vervet monkeys for company,

and when we got to walk across a narrow bridge,

Trev was under the usual strict rules (from me),

of no jumping or swinging! He does that, it's his thing. And no-one likes it! At least this wasn't a rope bridge - those he really has fun on... "Child! " I tell him..."Am not" he says! :)

Cute little vervet monkeys. The their faces are just so expressive.

  Victoria Bridge; this is the link between Zambia and Zimbabwe. Technically a 'no man's land', as the respective borders are either side of the bridge. That's where we swing and bungee from. Hmmm, insurance issue much? lol
Watch the baboons there, Trev.

And here is where the fun for the day ended for me.

Well, at least for a few hours. I've had a nagging pain issue for the past few years, (enlarged ovary ) that comes and goes, and all I can do is manage it with heavy pain killers the moment it starts. Well, it started right here, on this walking tour, and the pain killers didn't work. My biggest fear, that I have said to the doctors back home was, 

"What if the pain killers don't have effect, and I'm in some remote place like

Antarctica or Zambia...?

Like boom.

Almost foresaw my own future there.

Anyway, we made it back to our hotel, and 5 strong painkillers, one anti inflammatory, and 3 hours later, it finally subsided.

However, I had to cancel my gorge swing, (not happy) as I would have had to walk out of the ravine, and I was struggling just to breathe at this stage.

Gotta get this sorted once and for all when I get home.

Anyway, once it goes, I'm completely ok, at least until it happens again,

as there's no pattern to it. 'Fingers crossed, and keep the pills handy' is our motto.

Moving on!

I don't want to be a kill joy; there's lot's more to see and do.

Feeling much better later, just in time for us to climb aboard none other than,

'The African Queen', for our sunset Zambezi River cruise.

A wonderful few hours, heading towards the grandest of African sunsets, gawking at hippos and elephants whilst eating delicious canopés, and enjoying an open bar. What's not to love?

A light supper back at the hotel deck, and I truly hit the wall...

so we decided to crash back at our room. Crash being the operative word there. With all the meds I took today, combined with a few wines on the boat, I may or may not have gotten tangled in the mosquito net and pulled it

half off the ceiling as I lumbered into bed. Oops. I'm sure I'm not the first. Anyway, that's what I'm going with!

Whoa, what a day!

 This is definitely the 'before' shot...


Another day, and again, more carbon copy picture perfect weather for us to enjoy,

what was looking like a 'double bucket list' day!

Firstly, we had a morning horse ride booked. Giddyup!

For those who know me - horses are my thing.

My passion, my life. I've owned, ridden, shown, bred and loved them for over 30 years.

However, Trev, whilst a great supporter of my passion, and always there to help build or do anything I need for them, he has never really been into horses, and we only had our first horse ride together 2 years ago, in a fertile, active volcano in Ecuador! As you would. :)

So since then, I thought it would be cool to try to do a ride, on our travels, but somewhere different - somewhere, obscure.

So a safari ride, amongst zebras, giraffes and maybe elephants, is what we are doing today!


Not what you'd expect to see when you drive into a riding ranch...but 'hay', it's Africa!

Okay, THIS is more like it!

 A very happy day indeed for this little red duck!

I've always wanted to ride with African wildlife.  Such a thrill. Big tick!

Afterwards, we had to high tail it back to prep for our next adventure, and one of my goals in life, and that is to swim in the Devil's swimming pool,

right on the edge of Victoria Falls.

And yippee, it's going to happen!

That is, of course, until we got picked up by our driver, who said we couldn't swim today because there was ice in there.

Now call me stupid, but I had been so pumped for this, I believed him and squealed "Noooooooooo!!! I don't care, I'm still goin' in!"

He just laughed, along with Trev.

Yup, gullible Mandy again!

Easy pickings.

So, that out the way, WE were on our way...!

First, once all insurance waivers were signed, we jumped into small boats and were taken for a short spin on the river, out to Livingstone Island, which is located bang in the middle of the Zambezi River, and right on the edge of the falls.

This is the very location where Dr Livingstone first sighted the falls.

It took us a lot less time to get there than it did him, back in the days!

They have some permanent structures there, to cater for the day trippers, so this is where we left any clothing or belongings we didn't need - basically it was just down to your swim wear, and your cameras.

Along the way, we honoured the great Livingstone, and paid respect at one of his many memorials, as we edged closer to our goal.

 I still can't look at the right spot...

See the people in the background, in the distance, right on the edge? That's where we're headed!


But first - we swim!

And I don't mean wade. Swim.

--- This is the same river, only 1 kilometre or so away, where we saw the crocodile swimming past us at breakfast. Ok, I'm hoping they know there's a waterfall imminent and they best not be around... haha...???


Now, there are two things in life that Trev hates more than anything, (besides perhaps, swimming with crocodiles...) Early mornings, which I have mentioned. And - swimming in cold water. He abhors it.

And when the driver this morning joked that there was ice in the water - well, he probably wasn't that far off. After all, it's still winter...


They had two ropes going across the river, just to guide you in, as you can imagine the current is super strong. They even advised me to put my GoPro in the dry bag alongside my phone, for them to carry across, as they said they have seen them get

ripped off their casings.

OK, cool....? Yikes.

A few steps into the freezing water, and holding onto the ropes at first, we were told to follow the guide in, then let go, and swim hard up stream, diagonally against the current, to a place you can stand, then swim the rest of the way diagonally across the river downstream, to the other side. Not that far, just a few minutes really.

That was a few minutes of hearing Trev yelling

"Cold, cold, cold, argh, cold, cold, brrrr, cold" the whole way.

Poor blossom. He wasn't a fan.

If you were a weak swimmer, I wouldn't recommend this.

You can get fairly close on foot, and experience it, but you won't be able to get to the Devil's Pool unless you can swim the river with it's freezing temperature, and it's currents.

Once we hit rocks under our feet, we linked hands like a monkey chain, and walked the rest of the way as a group, over rocks, as we clambered out of the river.

Made it!

"Bags being first in", says our guide... "Cannonball!"

Check out the video over on the Video Wall, it's full on.

I think if I had've done that, I may have washed those poor dudes right over the edge! 

They let you in as groups, or couples, or singles, and they help you up onto the rock shelf which acts as a great natural barrier, and must be the ultimate infinity edge pool

in the world!!! The guides grab your camera and takes tonnes of video and photos of you, they really know the best shots. None were blurry, I was very grateful for that.  Not like you can redo it.

 The rainbow below the falls is just glorious. And they say, on a full moon,

they have a 'moon bow'. 

Trev must have shrunk so much in the cold water...wink, wink, that his wedding ring disappeared, right here. We didn't noticed for a few days, but when I did a 'photo recon' I found he had it on in some of these photos, like above, but not others, like below!

It's a funny story now, as it was only a cheapy that we had bought in Portugal last trip, (which was another replacement..) so now I've threatened to have his ring tattooed!!! ;) ;)

 Look Mum, no hands! AND NO RING! 

Too funny, we aren't worried.  And like I said, it makes a funny story to tell.  What a place to lose it!

 We weren't allowed to do this.

They're pretty gutsy, these guides!  They have an incredible responsibility, and we felt safe the whole time. As long as you listen, and follow their instructions to a T. If you swim too far across, you will go over. Best do what you're told...


We must have had a good 30 minutes in the pool, all by ourselves, aside from one guide, and we were reluctant to get out. By this time, we had acclimatised to the water temperature, and it felt invigorating.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and it was time to go.

More monkey grip walking with our group, swimming against the current, and then out to towel off.

What an absolutely exhilarating experience!

Our Livingstone Island day wasn't over yet. We had lunch to enjoy next. Now here was one of the most pleasant surprises on our whole trip so far. In a little shelter, with basic facilities and a generator, we were served a fine dining

3 course meal, all drinks included.

It was fabulous, sitting around a huge square table, all happy to listen to and all share our various travel stories with fellow travellers. One guy had done 120 countries! Wow!!!

 Not bad, for a shack on an island in the middle of the Zambezi and on the edge of the Victoria Falls. They did a super job!

Presentation worthy of Masterchef!

I should have taken more photos of the food, but I was too happy to be involved in the occasion.

A couple of  G & T's later, with full and happy bellies, we wandered back to the little boats

to take us back to the mainland, even cruising past some elephants

that had wandered through the shallows and over to the island.  Trev did do some great 'tracker work' to let us know the ele's were nearby!

"Crikey - I can smell 'em from here", would be something the late great Steve Irwin would have said!

What a brilliant day. HIGHLY recommended.

Back at the hotel and all dry and cleaned up, it was 

time to reflect on not just an incredible day, but a really fabulous 3 days,

here in Livingstone.

There are other activities to do here, that we would have done for sure,

if we had another day.

Like a visit to the 'Elephant Cafe', which is a bit like a 

Giraffe Manor experience, I believe. I'd love to get up close and personal with some elephants. They, alongside giraffes, are my absolute favourite African animals,

well, that you can pat...;)

Also, you can whitewater raft the Zambezi. A bit scary I reckon, but if the conditions weren't too ferocious, I reckon I'd give it a bash,

as well as the Gorge Swing which I had to cancel.

Here's a link to heaps of activities and places to stay. Just click and scroll.

See what I mean by needing more than 3 days to see everything?

I'm thinking we may just have to return one day to complete the job!

 Time to unwind, and prep for the next stage, as we continue our southbound journey towards Cape Town. Next stop, Johannesburg.

 But not before one last Zambezi sunset.

Bye bye Zambia, hello South Africa!



We aren't in Kansa anymore, Toto...

My go-to phrase, when things are so very different from we're we've  been.

You know how I love nature, and the great outdoors? Welcome to concrete, razor wire, and potential danger. Johannesburg has never been renown for is...ambience.


'J'burg' was a 2 day stopover for us, as we had 3 days before we could pick up the beautiful Blue Train from Pretoria to Cape Town, so we chose to spend 2 days here,

then one day in Pretoria.

It was a case of filling in for 3 days,

perhaps we'll make good of this and do something different. 

To say that I should have planned these few days better... is an understatement.

Between the airport, and hotel, I felt, for the first time in any of my trips to Africa, or anywhere for that matter, that we could have been killed. Yup, you read that right.

And that counts climbing Kilimanjaro, where people die all the time,

and jumping out of a plane. Those are what I call 'calculated risks.'

We got ourselves into a potentially bad situation. Very quickly.

And I only add this in, as I feel my blog is an honest recap of our trips, fun, funny, awesome adventure alongside the occasional illness, a warts and all story, and occasionally it's an 'oh crap' moment.

If I can spare someone else from what may have happened, well, that's great.

You live and learn. Operative word there - live!

As I type this, it seems now like I may be exaggerating or overplaying it,

but this is how I felt at the time. I was scared. I was angry at myself that I felt I let this happen. I won't dwell on this, I'll just give the facts, but it just goes to show that its not always rainbows and unicorns, as much as I'd like to believe it.

Here's the low down:

Arriving at J'Burg International airport, we noticed no-one there holding up a piece of paper with our names on it - nope, no transfer today.

Usually, I'm on top of these things, but after flipping through my documents, I just assumed our hotel was close and a taxi was going be the cheapest and easiest option, hence, no transfer was booked.

So, I went to the Information Desk, where two guys were there - with their high vis uniforms on, and I just asked where to go for the taxis.

"Yes Ma'am, let us show you."

I knew better.

I knew from my last visit here, not to get porters to take your bags,

not to follow anyone...

Before we knew it, they had my bag, (Trev held onto his), and we were heading out the doors.

They had our bags in the trunk of a car before we knew it. I held up the paperwork for the driver to read - he spoke no English,

and just kind of nodded.

The porters were hassling us for tips, which, sorry, but we didn't, because we felt hustled.

Once inside the cab, Trev noticed there was no meter, no driver ID,  no credit card machine, and this is when we felt we may have been scammed.

I asked him if he was an Uber, to which he didn't respond.

I then realised we were put in a car that wasn't at the front of the taxi queue,

it was just half nosed in.

My spidey sense smelt a scam, and I honestly thought we may have been robbed, or worse. By now, we were already on the move, and it was too late to get out.


When I saw the sign for the Emperor's Palace Casino and Hotel complex coming up on the right , (our destination), I prayed he turned right.

He did. OMG, never been so relieved.

He still drove us around, seemingly not finding it, which was suss, but in the end, it was legit. We had no local currency, only USD, which he couldn't figure out the exchange rate, so when we pulled in, he just waited while I asked at the front desk what was the

right amount to pay him.

Like I said, it ended up legit, but for a few minutes, I thought we were doomed. Seriously, it was the longest few minutes of my life.

I was super angry at myself, and I begged Trev that in future to please rein me in, as I tend to rush off, trusting everyone.

He needs to absolutely stop me from saying 'Oh, this guy is ok, let's follow him." No, let's not. I knew better. And I still fell for it.

Tips: Look for a meter, ID, and do it yourself.

Welcome to Johannesburg.

Sadly, it's reputation kind of precedes itself, and you are waiting for drama.

Call me chicken, but Trev was mugged once, (in Hyde Park in Sydney),

and was very lucky to get out of it. Over the years, we also have gotten away together by the skin of our teeth in San Fransisco, Washington DC and Brisbane.

 We try not to take chances, especially in places we don't know, but that's the thing...when it happens, it just happens before you know it.

Ok, all said and done.

Back to the regular programme, ok? Hope you didn't mind me adding that to the story. Back to rainbows and unicorns, please. :) 

Now, that was over, time to shake it off and move on, so we can enjoy this grand hotel and casino complex -

The Emperor's Palace Mondier Hotel and Casino...a place I had booked because I stayed here last time, and with all the shopping, theatres, restaurants, cinemas, bars and casino, all indoors, and connected by a 'Caesar's Palace' style of forum,

there was no need to venture out into the city.


As we were settling into our room at the hotel, we get a knock at the door - "What now?" I thought suspiciously...apparently we had a parcel delivery?

Turns out, our Tour Company which booked everything here in Africa, had our upcoming itinerary for here, Pretoria, The Blue Train and Cape Town. Reading the fine print, it said there were free shuttles from the airport to this hotel! Like really? You tell us now?

As if those porters at the airport didn't know about a free shuttle going to this place...

Sheesh, if I wasn't still a little wound up, I would have laughed.

Anyhoo, time for an explore of our home for the next two days.

Haha, and this is the first thing we come across...

Welcome to the Jungle.


Actually, I'd rather be in the jungle! LOL.

Next, Trev was starting to get a 'feel' for the place - ;)

This forum area was a great place to be.

So many awesome looking restaurants, and if you're into gambling,

the casino was absolutely massive. There's something for everyone.

Even walking through the corridors that link the hotel to the forum, there were enormous convention rooms, and tonight they had a

huge black tie boxing event on, and tomorrow,

some really popular Indian Boy Band!

At the Casino auditorium, they had a show running, called 'Burn The Floor'. An Australian dance production, and for only $25, we scored great seats,

on a Saturday night too. That was for tomorrow night. Tonight there is a 70's tribute show on, so we're down for that too.

Gotta make the most of our time here.

We even saw a movie in the best cinema we've ever been in. Better than the Gold Class they have here in Australia, and in some cinemas, they even have 4D, where the seats move and you can get misted by water. More like theme park ride.

They are really up to date here with technology, far more ahead than us back at home.

There were only 4 of us in here.

Where to go for an early dinner was our next pressing choice. ;)

We chose this Italian restaurant, Italian Kitchen and Grill, (too new even for me to add a website), and it turned out to be simply amazing. The best food by far in the whole trip. Mussels, calamari, octopus, and so much garlic, yum!

The owner/chef came past and took our photos, then proceeded to tell us that this was their opening night, and we were their first ever guests!

How cool!

(It was that great that we went back there again the next day.) 

By then, they knew us as regulars!


So that's all I pretty much have to say about J'Burg. There are plenty of other sights to see, if you're interested, like Soweto for instance, but we were a little jaded of this place, and were happy just to hang around here.

This forum area was a great place, and it really goes off with locals and tourists alike on a Friday and Saturday night.

Hen's nights, stag nights, all going on.

Plenty of selfies were taken under this dude, although I may have noticed a few African men kind of giggle at the proportions...;) Haha.

Next stop was to be Pretoria, only about an hour's drive away, and we were looking forward to perhaps a change of pace. I had read that it was more of a garden city, and a political hub with lots of

government buildings. The street our hotel was on was lined with Jacarandas, which would look amazing when covered in the lilac flowers in October/November.

We were staying just one night here, at the Sheraton, and as we were waiting for our room, the amazing 'Ibrahim' on the front desk, managed to deliver us the upgrades of all time. The Baoab Suite, which is just one level under the Royal and Presidential Suites.

Seriously, wow. Thankyou!

We had so many rooms I lost my luggage in there.

It was amazing.

What a pity it was only for one night. ;) It gave us access to the club lounge, with complimentary afternoon tea and

happy hour drinks.


This Government building Trev is looking at, is the feature of the city, and it filled our view, and was particularly pretty at night. There was a large park across the road, that they said we should walk through

and up to the top.

Maaaaybe later? They also advised us NOT to go downtown, for safety reasons. Marvellous.

Yep, take me back to safari!

The pool area was deserted, so after a monster club sandwich, we found some deck chairs

to chill out on. Pretoria, on the outside of our hotel, wasn't beckoning us.

The next day, we were to check out, but we didn't need to be over to the

Blue Train until much later. My original itinerary said check in for the train was at 4pm, boarding at 6,

with departure at 6.15pm.

When the couple that we had been chatting to, said they were going to the station at 2.30, you'd think we may have wondered if there was something we were missing.

Shrug shoulders, "we'll be right!"


Anyway, we had one last day to spend, so the staff suggested we wander across the road, through the park and up to the big building.

 As we walked out of our sanctuary (yes, still feeling a little vulnerable), we looked at the park, and it's inhabitants, and the hairs prickled on the back of Trev's neck, and no wonder really - he has learnt the hard way.

Walking back into the hotel foyer just 5 minutes after we left, drew some puzzled looks by the staff, and we just said,

"Hey, just not comfortable, have had a bad experience once..." Which they understood.

That couple we had friended, said they walked up there earlier,

and were abused by drunks and felt quite unsafe.

Glad we didn't go.

So we had to spend the day, just hanging around, which I'm not a fan of, I love doing stuff, and get restless wasting time on a holiday.

Anyway, come 3.30pm, and my spidey sense kicked in, again,

as I felt there was something amiss. As I reached for that new itinerary to check the times, the concierge came over to us, stating the Blue Train staff had just rung them, looking for us, as they were about to leave!!!

Like, WHAT?????? NO WAY!!!

Assured we'd make it on time, and they'd wait, we high tailed over there in the cab we had ordered, and yes, we were the very last to arrive. All the good little passengers had filled the departure lounge,

enjoyed afternoon tea and champagne, and had their alloted compartments.

I couldn't believe it.

Apparently, they had changed their times between our original booking, and now. However, my fault, it was on the new itinerary we were delivered. I just had the old times in my head.  Maybe I'm losin' it...

ALL GOOD. We made it. Again, phew. Reminiscent of us running the streets of Porto to get to a boat...

Ahh,' Welcome, to the Blue Train.'

Okay, if we must!

We were sooooooo very much looking forward to the next few days.


All the great stuff I had planned has been, and will continue to be amazing. It's just the 3 in between days we could have managed better.

Oh well, like I say, I'm not one for wasting a day. From here on end, nothing will be wasted. 

Our little compartment.

Very quaint and comfortable, with all our needs met, 

including a private bathroom. And if we needed anything further, we actually had our own butler!

Wow, that's a first for us.

Let's explore!

This train is about a kilometre long, wow, so when you commit to one end,

you tend to stay.

We found the bar. We were first. Last on, first here.

Funny thing that! It was by accident - I promise! 

This was 'Sidney' our host and bartender. He had worked on The Blue Train for nearly 30 years! He was awesome. They should name a carriage after him. :) Boy, could he dance!
Cheers, Big Ears. 

 Everything is included on this two night trip from Pretoria to Cape Town. All fine dining, high tea, alcohol, excursion through The Kimberley Mine, and even cognac and cuban cigars in the smoking car after dinner. Not to mention the Lindt chocolates on your pillow every night.

You had to dress up for dinner too. Men must wear a jacket and tie. How civilised.  Like a 1940's Agatha Christie style train trip.

Certainly a different experience, and my train loving Trev was in his element, aside for the 'having to wear a tie' part. :)

The dining car had two sittings for dinner and we were lucky to score the table with the Victoria Falls as our backdrop!

 I had never seen so much cutlery, and yes, all silver.

10 pieces each. And crystal stemware. Wow.

Felt like a scene from 'Pretty Woman'..."Where's the salad fork?"

The rear carriage had floor to ceiling windows, on both sides and the rear, and the views were fantastic, especially at sunset.

This chap here was travelling with his wife, and seven adult daughters. What a lovely family they were.

After dinner, our suite had transformed to a sleeper.

The beds were super comfy and the linen divine. However, as smooth as the train seemed, the constant jiggle, jiggle, jiggle all night, made for quite a restless night's sleep. By night two though, we were much more acclimatised and slept really well.

This is the third place we have stayed in on the trip, where we didn't need a

key for the room. They had one here, but we never used it.

Giraffe Manor didn't even have a lock, and of course glamping on the

Masai Mara, just had a zip.

And all three of these were 5 star.

How cool is that?


Day two had a stop for us to explore.


Needs no introduction.

One word:  Diamonds.

 Amazing stats, particularly the 14.5 million carats!
 'The Big Hole' behind us, is said to be the largest hand cut hole in the world.

The Kimberley story is a really interesting one, and we had an excellent guide to walk and talk us through the history of the place.


In a nutshell, a young boy found a large clear stone by a river, and it soon became his favourite as he'd play with it along with other rocks. A visiting traveller saw this and was curious about it,

to which the parents said he could have it! (Poor kid...) Anyway, as it was nearly half the size of his palm, he never believed in a million years that it was a diamond. And still to this day, it remains the largest one ever found on the infamous 'DeBeers' farm. That's right, DeBeers farm. The owners eventually sold their property, as people from all over the world had come to mine it, and they weren't interested in mining. So they moved to start farming elsewhere, and found diamonds there too! Interestingly, no DeBeers family member, ever worked for the DeBeers Diamond Company that took their name.

The mounds of tailings, (sifted rocks) still cover the Kimberley, and as technology has improved so much, they are resorting it and finding diamonds in them, daily. It is illegal to pick up anything of value off the ground there and keep it. It's actually punishable by death!

They had a built a mock town there on the sight, with lots of interesting old stuff there, and original vehicles...something out of the Wild West days.

 They did, of course, have a heap of jewellery shops to dazzle and tempt cashed up travellers. I looked for a wedding ring for Trev, but decided that we'll get a set of cheap

rubber ones from Amazon instead!


It was a great visit, and we were lucky, as sometimes when the train comes through

it is closed.

Back at the station, and they had a table of little sherry glasses to try, and the glasses are etched with The Blue Train logo for us to keep. Not being fans of sherry, we just picked a couple of empty ones to take back with us. It was a nice touch.

All aboard, must be lunch time!

A leisurely afternoon ahead, and instead of settling in with everyone for the High Tea later, we decided to spend some time in our cabin,

and watch a movie...

Not just any movie - The Lion King! Trev had never seen it, ( I know...really? ) so we thought what better place to watch it, other than right here in South Africa, as we zoom past the ever changing landscapes.

Our butler even called in with a tray of high tea for us. He hated for us to miss out!  Too cute.  Pretty darn nice I must admit.

 Hard to take. ;)

Quite a lovely way to travel for a couple of days.

 Lucky we had a late sitting for dinner- it's like being on a cruise ship,

you never really get hungry.

The food was absolutely outstanding, and if you saw the size of the kitchens they worked out of, plus the jiggle, jiggle all the time,

they really do a fabulous job.

I must say, this whole African trip has become somewhat of a foodie

adventure too. It has been such a major part of it, as it's been truly amazing.

I even found a serviette ring for Trev, to replace his wedding ring. Its even silver! (No, we didn't pinch it. )
  This being the last evening, we thought we'd hit the cognac and cubans after dinner, even though we don't like either. I just wanted to pose with a big fat stogie.

I was hoping someone would lend me one for a photo, but no-one was smoking! They offered me one to light up, but it's such a waste, as I don't smoke at all,

I just wanted a fun photo. Never mind. No cognac, no cuban. Probably better off. ;)  There didn't seem to be many smokers onboard anyway!


Last day now, and we were due to pull into Cape Town around 10.30am,

but we were held up for a while as another train ahead of us had broken down. No problem here, we were in no hurry to get off, and the countryside out the window was just stunning. Giraffe had been replaced now by cows, drought by lush green fields, and an ostrich farm just beyond these cattle.

Time to leave.

It was a lovely way to travel, and we look forward to the next time we take a sleeper train somewhere...maybe the Rocky Mountaineer?

 Saying goodbye to Simon, the super bartender/barista. Great job, son. x

Anyway, arriving into Cape Town, we had a transfer, haha, yeay us, which took us straight to the very beautiful Victoria and Alfred Hotel,

right on the waterfront.

I just love Cape Town.

The waterfront is like a combination of San Fransisco, particularly with the seals all hanging around, and Hobart, with the giant Table Mountain overlooking everything, a little like Hobart's Mount Wellington, but so much bigger.

Our hotel was front and centre, and as we checked in, Trev drops the whole 'Travel writer' thing, to which the front desk manager, Wesley,

replied immediately; 

"It would be our pleasure to give you a complimentary upgrade". Yes, woohoo, for 3 nights too, we scored a much larger suite with a glorious harbour view, looking straight towards Table Mountain.

Thank you very much indeed.

The glorious view from our room.  

What an incredible way to end the holiday!

But it's not over yet.

We have a big bucket list item to accomplish yet. One Trev's sooooo not looking forward to, but he's going to do it

with me anyway, and that's a

  Great White Shark cage dive, here in the infamous Shark Alley,

just south of Cape Town.


I can't wait! Trev can.

And that's tomorrow!

Today, we have a nearly a full day here on the glorious waterfront, and it's just a matter of where to go and what to do first!

 First we found the food and craft markets, which were right next to our hotel, plus a few other classic African art stores, and eyed off a couple of things for later -

See Trev in the picture for perspective. This shop was enormous. 
African Trading Port, worth looking into online if you are after anything African. This is the whole store below, it's enormous. 

But, you know it's close to lunch time...


There are scores of waterside restaurants, it's hard to chose, but this first one, Den Anker,  had such a nice view, and the menu was great, and still so cheap!

They had lobster bisque on the menu,

and I will never NOT order that if I see it. And if I remember correctly, it was under $10.

It was delicious, as were Trev's mussels. 

Foodie heaven, again.

We actually ran into our Blue Train dining buddies, the lovely Lynne and Robbie, so we hung with them for a while, cruising around the waterfront, checking out the shops and the incredible Table Bay Hotel. This is where the celebs come to stay.  It looked fabulous. Just look at their view.

 Seems the old Ferris wheel is a hit everywhere these days!

 But the true beauty lies in the harbour, in my opinion.

Always, with that magnificent backdrop. 

 I won't bore you with any more foodie shots, because there are more...

I'll call it a day here,

because tomorrow is where the action lies!

We have a super early wake up call, sorry Trev, yeah-nah, not sorry this time.

This will be an EPIC day!

It will take 3 hours to drive to Amity Island, oops, I mean Shark Alley, oops, I mean a nice boat trip and some swimming...

Oh, and sorry, the water will be cold again.



Poor Trev, not a happy camper.

And fair enough.

A Great White Shark cage dive.

Say that again, slowly... But way to gut it out! This was my dream, my bucket list, and he said he'll give it a crack. Woo-hoo! This is nightmare material for most people. Onya Trev, you're a champion. Always my wing-man.

We've all seen the YouTube footage of shark cage dives gone wrong. Actually, maybe I didn't show Trev those... Some things are best left under lock and key, for good measure.

What we DID do, was to make an honest pact with each other, even way back in Australia when I booked this, that if either of us was in anyway not comfortable to do this, that's ok.

Completely. Most of the action is on top of the water or just below, so anyone not going in, will still have an incredible experience watching over the edge of the boat.

So we piled into the almost full mini bus, for the long road trip south, to the home of

Great Whites, and other predators.

Mad, huh?

Once out of Cape Town, we drove through the most beautiful countryside, for the entire way, well, once we opened our eyes and stopped snoring, like everyone else on board... Ranging from grape vineyards to blossom covered apple and pear orchards (for cider), to rugged coastlines and then up and down ranges that made your ears pop.

Finally we made it to Gansbaai, a gorgeous little coastal community, made famous for their offshore inhabitants.

Marine Dynamics was the company we were using, and by the looks of it, they were right up there in quality for boats, facilities, trained staff and organisation. This is not where you want to cut corners with ''.

Those are the kind of guys on youtube for all the wrong reasons.

We arrived at a lovely 2 story restaurant, aptly named

The Great White House, to have a late breakfast, sign our indemnities,

and give the details for our wetsuits.

This is where Trev may have shown his nerves. Sorry Hun, I'm going to write this 'cause it's so cute.

When we were going through the wetsuit details, they asked Trev what size shoe he know, for the wet boots. He just looked at them, and replied "Good."

"He's a 9,"I added. Bless. It was adorable, and we both laughed and laughed at it, and at what we were actually

about to do.

Our fears were quashed a little, when we watched a short video presentation on what to expect.

The cage itself, which is tied to a buoy at the dive site, gets attached to the boat, and therefore it only sits in about 1 metre of water. So whilst you have a mask on, you don't need any breathing apparatus, and you don't get lowered below the water. MUCH better!

We can do this, we thought! High five!

Oh, but wait... I have to tell you this. You know how sharks can smell one drop of blood in a million parts of water? Guess what came for me this morning? (Clue; it's a girl thing...)

OMG, talk about 'Shark Week' - for real!

Gotta laugh... Maybe it's karma for me for for dragging Trev into this.

Anyhoo -

Down to the water's edge we go!

Our boat, appropriately named 'Slashfin', was apparently the

largest and most modern in the fleet.


They wasted no time, and as the first group of cage divers were walking back past us, we boarded, and within minutes, were zooming over the seaweed, over the waves and out meet our maker, I mean to Shark Alley!



Once we got out there, only taking about 20 minutes, it was time for all of us to don our wetsuits. MUCH easier said than done. We had such a rolling swell, that it was hard to stand, let alone step into a wetsuit and haul it up. It was an effort not to fall overboard as you had one leg in. Well, for me anyway; 'Miss Unco.' And this wasn't the place to fall overboard...just sayin'!

Moving on, it was all go, go, go...the nifty young, fit skinny ones were the fastest to be kitted out, bless their cotton socks, so they were first to be bait, I mean divers in the water.


Gotta laugh, love the JAWS GIFS.

We were in the second group.

Good I reckon.

Time to get a handle on it all first!

Yep, all ready to go, and we are still smiling!!! Love a wetsuit, like a giant Spanx onesie!

As we lined up waiting for our turn, we watched all the action just below us. It was unbelievable!

There's the chum dude, who keeps throwing out a delicious mix of fish guts and waste, and either side of the cage (which fits about 8 people), you had the bait guys.

Here, fishy fishy! 
 Chum, and more chum.

They each had large chunk of tuna on a hook and would throw it out, and trawl it in, bringing the sharks right up to the cage for the divers. When the sharks were close, the guides would call out; 

"Divers - down, down, down!" Then you'd grab the bars below you, even hooking your foot under one, to hold yourself under to see the shark coming straight at you.

I noticed the bait-guy on the left of the cage was doing an excellent job bringing in the sharks, so I managed to be first in line for the next group, so I got to at the end of his side of the cage, right next to where the bait gets dragged in.

EPIC doesn't even cover it. Bugger 'Wow', that doesn't even come close now.

Our wetsuits were 7mm thick, and covered our heads too, so, even though the water trickled in eventually, it wasn't as cold as the Zambezi River.

Besides, the adrenalin probably keeps you warm too!

We both had the best time and loved every second of it.

We had 7+ Bronze Whaler sharks around us, and we enjoyed a good half an hour

in the cage.

The only bummer was - we didn't have a Great White turn up. Apparently they did earlier today, and later, but not for our turn.


But, it's nature, and you never know what's going to turn up. I was grateful for the experience we had, and it's got us wanting more!

Now we know what to expect, we'd LOVE to do this again one day, and we'd be really ready and keen for a Great White to dazzle us!

This is what the Whites look like...these were taken the next day!

 We'll just have to come back!!!

Climbing out of the cage, grabbing a towel to wrap around and get warm, we had a hot chocolate waiting for us Best one ever!

It was soooo cold trying to get out of those wetsuits, with the boat rocking and rolling, and the wind howling...but once those were peeled off and we had dry clothes on, we enjoyed watching everyone else have their turns. It went for ages, and we loved every second. We were even offered a second go, but by then we were out of the wetsuits and dry, so it was a negative on that. Besides, watching and videoing from the top was awesome. I'll have to look at my GoPro footage too. I'll post some on the video wall.

Seriously, it wasn't at all scary. The sharks we had around the boat, seemed calm and gentle.

We so want to do it again one day.

What a brilliant day. Massive tick off the list!

They loan you mariners jackets to wear, as a great wind break, and they were much appreciated, particularly on the return trip to port.


Back to The Great White House, to a hot and hearty soup that was served,

and devoured. Perfect.

We got to order the footage of the trip, (which they'll email),

then pile onto the minibus for the 3 hour journey back to Cape Town. Definitely a bus full of tired, happy campers, I mean divers.

What a day!

Table Mountain tomorrow, and hopefully I get to abseil it!

No rest for the wicked.

Well actually, a hot shower, nice meal, and a good rest would do just nicely! I think we've earned it. 


Last full day, and if you've read my other blogs, you'll roll your eyes, 'cause guess what we found? An On/Off bus! Haha. Wouldn't be a holiday without at least one of these puppies, hey? Beats a taxi...

Unfortunately, the weather wasn't the best today - cloudy, a little rain, and windy, putting to bed my hopes of abseiling off the top of Table Mountain. Major bummer!

But I could imagine you'd want the conditions to be safer.

My hands and fingers were so stiff after holding onto my GoPro and the shark cage so tightly yesterday, I may have honestly struggled a bit with the apparatus.

Another thing to put back on this list, hopefully on another visit to this fine city.

We still were able to drive up to the mountain, to where the cable car goes from, and were really happy to see that was still operating, considering the weather. The clouds were ripping through, and at the very top the cables completely disappeared into the whiteness.

Now, call me silly, but with all the daring stuff I love to do - cable cars are right down on the list. I actually get a little scared by them. I know right?


Maybe it was my brother terrorising me once when I was about 7, in the cable car at The Blue Mountains, as he tried his best to swing it of it's cable. He was a horror, and I don't think I ever quite recovered from the memory of it!

But time for me to nut up, considering Trev did the shark cage with me, right?

To be honest, it was fantastic. The actual floor of the cable car rotates, so everyone gets to see the views all the way around.

The weather may have inhibited the glorious view of the city and waterfront, but alternatively, it certainly made for an eerie feeling as we disappeared up into the clouds.

 It's astonishing how steep it actually is!
Bye bye world... The video is on the wall, its gives you a good sense of the height of this thing.

Once up there, it had dropped 10 degrees, down to 8 Celsius, and with the fine misty rain and wind, it felt like zero.

We grabbed a few pics before we were completely whited out, then had to retreat to the coffee shop for a hot beverage.

 These two photos were taken only a minute or so apart. Now you see it, now you don't!

 These two photos were taken only a minute or so apart. Now you see it, now you don't!

We actually have been on a bit of a quest of late, to see as many

'World Wonders' as possible. Didn't know we were adding another one to the list today! :)

 I guess if I get to come back for the abseil, I'll get the view as well.

Back out of the realm of the Gods and down to where us mere mortals live.

We continued around on the bus for another hour or so, as it takes you over the other side of the mountain, to the Hout Bay Area (where I stayed last time after climbing Kilimanjaro), and around the beautiful rugged coastline. A tourist Mecca I imagine in the warmer months. Very nice indeed. There sure is a lot to see here.

Once we returned to the waterfront, we grabbed a little boat tour, as part of our bus ticket, and had a pleasant little cruise around the waterways, dodging the seals as we went.

From 'Seals in Wheels' to seeing our lovely hotel from the waterfront - where our room was on the second floor, overlooking that boat.

Time for some lunch at a restaurant we frequented a lot here, the

Life Grand Cafe

 for a delicious lobster burger...YUM, the seafood here is amazing!

And still only about $15.

Wow, for lobster?!

 We booked a table for dinner here tonight, right by the's going to be a lovely way to end our time in Africa.

More great food.

Ribs for Trev and a seafood pasta dish for me, that had so much seafood on it,

I think restaurants back at home should sit up and take notice.

Absolutely divine!

And to have the fire, right next to the table, it was a perfect end to an incredible trip.

How to sum it all up?

How, indeed.

I think you can imagine from both Part 1 and Part 2 of this holiday, there aren't

single words fitting enough.

We have had the time of our lives.

Giraffe Manor and the Masai Mara seem so long ago now!

We are very fortunate to have been able to do this the way we have, and I'd like to thank Suzy and Bridgette of the Travel Associates Burleigh Heads,

for all their effort putting this together. Also Adventureworld, for their amazing choices of hotels for us,

and their service. (I'm not paid for the promo, it's just an honest thank you.)

I hope you've enjoyed the read, as much as I have reliving the memories. And, I feel it's a bonus if anyone out there reading this gets inspired to visit this grand continent, and see the glorious native animals in their natural habitat,

while we still have them.

The people, and the food, have been outstanding.

Oh, and we have finally come up with a name for our house/property,

after 14 years of building it... (Just could never decide!)

It's now official: