The End

We traveled by Baz up to Port Elizabeth, which is supposed to be a really great town. We didn't get there till 11:30 and we left at 6:30 the next morning, so I don't really know. The backpacker was nice and the sleep was good.
We were on the bus a very long time, again. We went to Port St. Johns this time, and it was our longest stop. It is on the wild coast and it was very very cool. The most popular stop in this region is Coffee Bay, but I can't imagine being anywhere better than where we were. It is very remote in the Transkie, which is the region of SA that we were in. And Port St. Johns is more remote than most towns in the Transkie. The backpacker is involved with the local community, the beach was great, the waves were even better, and we had such a good time. On our second day there we went on a tour of a Xhosa villiage. It was so great to be with the kids, and to be in the bush! That day was truely one of the best that we have had while here. The last day was sunny, and we spent it fighting the waves at the beach, celebrated easter, and then, back on the bus.
The bus ride was fine, nothing eventful happened this time. Except, there was a border check where our driver had to get out to talk to an official. Another officer boarded the bus and shined his flashlight at each of us, and started asking us if we had any pig products. We thougth that he was joking, or crazy, but he kept asking. Sausage, pig legs, bacon; do you have any pig products? Finally satisfied that we were not smuggling pigs into KwaZulu Natal, he left us in peace.
We arrived in Durban very late Sunday night. We couldn't stand to stay in Durb's with home so being so near. We hired a taxi and got home at 12:30 that night. Finally we slept in our own beds, and I can say that I have 'seen' most of SA.