As was the original intention, we headed for the Malendela’s Farmhouse to make use of the internet facilities immediately after breakfast. Alison went on the net first while I entertained Adrian.  I let him loose on the grounds of the Farmhouse and the next thing I heard was him screaming and saw him running towards me with a Jack Russel at his heels. He was scared stiff, and visibly upset. I had to explain that the dog only wanted to play with him.

When my turn came to go on the net, I couldn’t believe how slow it was. I managed to draft the invoice for Nippon, had it printed, signed and scanned but could not have it attached to the email. It was damn frustrating and I eventually gave up trying. By this time it was well past noon and we decided to have lunch at Malendela’s. As I was waiting for my steak, egg and chips, I saw that they have apple crumble and couldn’t wait to put away the main course. It had been some time since I had apple crumble and this one was good and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

After lunch we decided to skip going north of the valley and headed for the border instead before we spend too much on souvenirs. At Lavumisa, on the Swaziland side of the border it took only ten minutes to go through the formalities. However at Golela, South Africa, although the Immigration was quick and the custom didn’t care too much about carnet, they were however particular about what one brings in. In our case, we were questioned at great length where we bought the fruits and when we said South Africa, they wanted proof. Of course we couldn’t provide same, not buying from the road side stalls. We were warned that in future we should get some form of receipt.

Next question was did we have any honey. Luckily I came clean and we had to dispose of it in Swaziland, and Alison had to walk across and gave the jar of honey to someone. I was quite sad to see the honey bought in Livingstonia having to go, but that saved a lot of further search of Tuah. What I couldn’t figure out was why there was no hassle about fruits and vegetables when we crossed the border from Zimbabwe?

The place we headed for is called Isinkwe Backpackers Bushcamp where we could witness Bush Babies feeding. As we had a big lunch I didn’t mind having a simple dinner of toasted cheese sandwich with some fried sausages. Immediately after dinner we were told that the bush babies were feeding and Alison being more excited than Adrian, with camera in hand went to watch with Adrian, while I had to dry the dishes.