And so it begins...

Hey, fambly. And more fambly.
I just arrived at the Rocky Road House in The Crags, South Africa. I'm safe, unscathed, in one piece.
Of course, that's not to say the days in transit were rough. The flight to Amsterdam was fantastic, though. I split four entire seats with this guy from England who had just completed the Boston Marathon. I read SkyMall and dreamt of a home filled with unnecessary - but still useful! - Made for TV products. You never know when you'll need a collection of Set it and Forget it! Pots.
The flight from Amsterdam to Cape Town didn't quite go down the same way. An elderly man in the row beside me had a (little) heart attack. Luckily, there were two (female) doctors on the flight, and they just kicked butt. We had to make a pit stop in Botwswana to let him and his wife off, who both ended up being fine. We made it to South Africa about two hours late, but my connection wasn't until the next morning.
Ahem, let me repeat that. The next morning. Oh, and did you know that South Africa is hosting the 2010 FIFA World Cup? They're completely reconstructing their airport to accomodate the wave of tourists. Imagine the fantastic, epic-ness of the Big Dig - just smashed into the middle of an international jetport. But I gathered the courage to ask a few people for help, and finally wound my way to the domestic terminal.
I arrived in George, and Gert picked me up in his sweet cruiser. As we drove across the mountains, I couldn't help but picture Guatemala. The land here doesn't have the same patchwork hillsides, but it comes close. The only thing that was missing was the pitching of the van to avoid endless potholes.
One of the hosts, Rocky, met Gert and me in a parking lot about an hour outside of George. He gave me a tour of Plettenberg Bay, which is almost too good to be true. The whole city tilts downwards into the water, into this enormous cove of perfect blue swells. There isn't much of that strangling heat, because it's autumn here. When the wind picks up, though, it carries the chill of the ocean towards you.
We drove to Rocky Road about three hours later, and the place is unbelievable. There's so much green here, even in the cooler months. There's an outside bathtub surrounded by a bamboo hut, and it looks out over the forest. The patio out back is completed by a well-worn fire pit, which I can't wait to try. There's space to breathe.
I would love to tell you more, but I am in desperate need of a shower and a nap. I just wanted to let you know that I got here, safe and sound. I miss you guys already!
P.S. Tomcat, I am fine! Stop worrying!
(olive juice.)