The owner of the lodging.
My cabin was comfortable with a view of blesbuck across the fence, with their young ones frisking around in the afternoon sun.
The Zulu had a village just beyond the chalets and their cattle were at the gate.
An ostrich was in the yard and made circles grazing around the cabins. I am sitting on the porch and it pays no attention, as usually they are very shy. Helen said about four years ago it had a broken foot and it came to the fence and they fed it over the fence. Then it finally decided to come in the yard and had been there ever since.
A politician is my guess. Perhaps two languages plus some English about public safety.
Riding through the rilling hills of the Midlands. One man went past me, then turned around his white pick-up, a bakkie as they say here, to stop and chat.
He had white hair and probably in his late sixties. He went to Texas A&M on a track scholarship and ran the 800 and 1,500. Marrying a Texas girl, he brought her home and they live down the road. Further on he says it looks like England because it is so green. And he told me to drink lots of water because it is so hot.
Such a lovely room. When I showered I felt a sting on my rear end. Turns out I had developed two blisters where I sat on the bike and they had broken open, unbeknownst to me! But now it was a bit tender!
Good thing I carry bandaids! And tomorrow is another cycling day.