More from Bongo Bongo Land..

Clearly, Boatbloke is suffering…

But is bravely bearing this hardship in order to bring us images from far away places.

Places that aren’t currently battered by wind and rain, waterlogged, muddy, murky, cold or devoid of colour.

Places where wild flowers like this… grow by the roadside.

As I write, the rain is once more hammering on the roof, topping up the river and forming lakes of diluted mud on already saturated ground…

Ground I have to ~~walk over~~ squelch/wade through to get to the car, often with a trolley full of shopping/coal/gas or whatever. Sometimes making several trips too, for fear that too much weight will make me and/or my load sink into the bowels of the earth, never to be seen again. Happens to my wellies regularly. They are a bit big for me so, when they get stuck in the mud, I walk right out of them. And that’s real nice.

Last night’s winds made being on board boat pretty exciting. Talk about the boat that rocked!

To steal something a friend and fellow liveaboard posted on facebook yesterday – When my boats a rockin’… it’s just really windy outside.

I liked that, sums it up nicely for Hobo as well as Bella!

Cooking utensils that hang in the galley were doing synchronised swinging like bizarre and demented pendulums.

Anyway, enough of that, John has been on the road again…

Taking Conrad to Amakhala, a game farm in-between PE and Grahamstown, where he is due to start his new job.

One that looks like it might be a bit exciting…

Lots of these strange beats about…

This is his house…

And this lives in a pool out back…

Bugger…

Brings a whole new meaning to owning Crocs.

Meanwhile, his younger brother Geoffrey is serving out the couple of months notice necessary at the farm I featured in a previous post, before joining Connie.

He hopes to bring along their own menagerie – Tikki the terrier, breeding rabbits, tame crow, cats and chickens. Can’t help but wonder how they’ll get on with Mr Croc.

John is currently staying with a friend at Knysna, by way of breaking the journey back to Bot River and the bus. Rudi has a super place just up the hill out of town, where he works on his sculptures, farms worms, has millions of Macadamia trees and all sorts of other stuff going on. He also makes damn good coffee and a pretty mean stir-fry.

It’s a long old drive – PE to Bot River – which we have done straight through before now, but not such a good idea if you are the only driver.

John is due back towards the end of March, so almost halfway through his stay already.

By then, it should be spring here so my tropical flower…will arrive when all this nasty weather nonsense is a dim and distant memory. We hope.

But for now we soldier on regardless down at the funny farm…We handsome beasts…Even a little formation feeding…We might not be so scary or exotic as those in the southern hemisphere but we are made of stern stuff, BB included.