The day after I ran the Comrades Ultramarathon, we met up with our German friends Andi and Andrea (A&A). They’re experienced alpinists who’d just spent their own long day photographing 20,000 sweaty runners at the Comrades finish line. With everyone’s heroic efforts now behind us, it was time for something truly relaxing: hiking South Africa’s Wild Coast. From Port Edward to Port St. John’s – five nights of remote, rugged coastline. No guide, minimal infrastructure but maximum optimism.
Information about the hiking route was scarce: online maps were vague and AllTrails, Komoot, and Strava had nothing to offer. Accommodations were difficult to find online. Eventually, I found two blog posts by hikers who’d tackled it solo. Their tips? Be prepared to swim across rivers. And maybe sleep outside.
Still, we had A&A with us. Between their mountain skills and Kai’s eternal optimism, we figured we’d be fine.
On Monday, we drove to Port St. John’s, left our cars, and taxied back to the start in Port Edward. That’s when the storm arrived.
And what a storm: sheets of rain, flash floods, and even snow in the Drakensberg. By Tuesday morning, it hadn’t let up, so we postponed our start until mid-morning, hoping things might settle. At 10 a.m., our taxi driver texted: he was stuck behind fallen trees and flooded potholes.
Enter Grace, the lodge owner, in a battered jeep. She drove us to the marooned taxi, who then took us to the trailhead. We were soaked before we took a single step.
The hike began along the beach. It sounds picturesque, but it was terrible. We walked straight into a gale. Sand whipped across our faces like angry bees. Communication was reduced to occasional shouted check-ins: “Still alive?” “Yep. You?”
After a few hours of being sandblasted alive, we reached our first river crossing, the Mzamba River.
It was dramatic. The river was swollen. Waves were rolling in from the sea. The cheerful descriptions in those blog posts felt like cruel jokes.
Andi, calm as ever, changed into his swimsuit and waded in first. He made it across and waved us over. Andrea went next. Then Kai. Then me.
A rogue wave hit mid-crossing. I disappeared under the water, resurfaced, and had a quiet moment of reflection: How, exactly, had I gone from post-marathon snacks and naps to nearly drowning in a river no one could pronounce? All voluntarily, too.
Andi pulled each of us out, one by one, slicing his foot open on a submerged rock in the process. He nearly lost his pack and poles to the surf, but somehow we all made it.
We collapsed behind a rock to wring ourselves out and reassess. It was past 2 p.m. Sunset was at 5. At this rate, we weren’t making it to our planned stop in Mtentu before dark.
Plan B: go inland and look for help.
This plan had several obvious flaws: no signal. No map. No real sense of where a road or other humans might be. No gear beyond a few granola bars. Temperatures at night dip to 12°C – uncomfortable, but survivable.
Then we saw cows in the distance.
Cows mean people. Hopefully.
Eventually, we spotted a few scattered huts. We headed toward them, unsure what we’d find – and stumbled into a miracle named William. He spoke English. He knew Mtentu. Even better: he knew someone with a car.
We could have kissed him.
The neighbour was a kilometre away across sodden, boot-sucking fields. Somewhere en route, I plunged knee-deep into a swamp and nearly lost a shoe. We pressed on.
At the next hut, a young man appeared. Yes, his dad had a car. Yes, he could drive us. We quickly agreed on a price before he could change his mind (at this point, we would have paid anything).
We piled into the vehicle. The “road” was rutted, washed out, and full of potholes the size of bathtubs. The sun disappeared. We kept going, headlights slicing through fog and drizzly rain.
Two and a half hours later, in full darkness, we reached Mtentu “Centre.” A handful of huts. No people.
Kai and Andi took a headlamp and scouted. Nothing. No sign of life.
So we continued to Mtentu “Lodge.” Also deserted.
We were too exhausted to panic. Instead, we went full hiker-desperation mode: find a house with lights on and knock. A woman opened the door. Incredibly, she turned out to be the Lodge manager. She jumped in the car and guided us back to the Centre.
On the way, we passed a young man walking in the dark. She leaned out and yelled at him.
Turns out, he was the Centre manager, Arno.
Arno sprinted ahead and unlocked the largest hut for us. No electricity. No running water. An undefinable meal waited in the kitchen – it was cold and looked like it had been sitting there for hours. A single used Coke bottle of drinking water sat proudly on the table – for four people.
We didn’t care. We were indoors and we had a roof over our heads, that’s all that mattered.
Dinner was mostly symbolic. We chewed something and passed out.
By the morning, the storm had eased and the wind had died down. The Wild Coast revealed itself: rolling green hills, dramatic cliffs, and a silence so complete it rang in your ears. Our moods lifted.
A local woman brought breakfast. It matched dinner in its ambiguity.
But Arno redeemed himself by rowing us across the next river in a small boat – no swimming required this time!
We set off again in good spirits – blissfully unaware that our next accommodation was technically real but functionally closed.
But more on that in Part 2!
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Es ist eben immer wieder hauptsächlich eine Kopf- und Interpretationsfrage, was jemand unter “something truly relaxing” versteht 😄
Vielen Dank für die erheiternde – auch wenn ich wusste, dass es für Euch streckenweise vermutlich eher unlustig war, musste ich über deine Art zu berichten, mehrmals sehr lachen 😆 und abenteuerliche Morgenlektüre. Ich bin sehr gespannt, wie es weiterging.
Absolut, Lizzy! „Something truly relaxing“ ist wohl das perfekte Beispiel für eine sehr flexible Interpretation 😄
Danke, dass du bei den chaotischen Momente mitgelacht hast! Uns ging es oft auch so – das war die beste Medizin, um mit der aufkommenden Panik fertig zu werden. 😂
Abenteuerliche Morgenlektüre ist genau das Ziel – der Rest folgt bald, versprochen!
Oh my goodness, this is insane!!! It sounds like a crazy movie! Just someone saying I had to prepare to cross rivers on foot would have me quit the whole idea. But what a lovely man to row you across the second one.
It really did feel like a crazy movie at times, Susanne! We knew the river crossings were coming, so we were prepared – but of course, much gentler ones than the wild one we had.
That boat ride with Arno across the second river felt like a luxury spa treatment compared to the first swim. We were so glad for it!
Wow. You are warriors. Can’t wait to hear about part 2.
Hope it was easier and better weather wise
Thanks, Darlene! Warriors is exactly what we needed to be that day, haha.
Part 2 does bring some relief. And yes, the weather did decide to play nicer (finally). Stay tuned!
Liebe Catrina,
also mit aktiver Entspannung scheint die Tour ja nicht unbedingt viel gemein zu haben, aber die Geschmäcker sind nun mal verschieden. 😀
Wahnsinn – Hut ab, dass ihr nicht einfach irgendwo zu Boden gesunken und geblieben seid (das hätte ich wohl gemacht). Ich nehme mal an, für die nächsten paar Monate (Wochen?) ist dein Bedarf an Abenteuern gedeckt. Wie ist es für dich, jetzt aus der Schweiz im Rückblick darüber zu schreiben? Muss sich doch sehr unwirklich anfühlen.
Liebe Doris,
ja, „aktive Entspannung“ mit zu viel Betonung auf “aktiv”! 😄
Einfach umfallen und liegenbleiben wäre tatsächlich eine SEHR verlockende Option gewesen, aber zum Glück waren die anderen drei zielstrebiger als ich. 😅
Genau, Kai und ich sind jetzt für ein paar Wochen mit Abenteuern eingedeckt…. mal sehen, was als nächstes ansteht.
Du hast recht, aus der Schweiz zurückblickend fühlt sich alles tatsächlich etwas unwirklich an – fast wie ein Abenteuer, das jemand anderes erlebt hat. Zum Glück helfen die Fötelis dabei, viele Momente wieder aufleben zu lassen. Das Schreiben hat aber richtig Spass gemacht, ich musste oft laut lachen bei den Erinnerungen. Schon fast therapeutisch!
Also, es ist ja generell eine wirklich richtig gute Idee, sich einen Tag nach einem Ultra auf eine wilde mehrtägige selfsupported Wandertour zu begeben … Entspannung pur, machen wir ja alle so 🙄
Und wenn der Blogbericht dazu auch noch ein Mehrteiler wird, dann dürfte der nächste Teil nicht weniger entbehrungsreich sein als das hier beschriebene.
Na ok. Es ist ein Abenteuer. Ein echtes Abenteuer. Mit schlechtem Wetter (der Sturm war sogar hier in der Presse ein Thema und ich machte mir Sorgen um euch), toller Landschaft und hilfreichen Menschen.
tbc und ich bin gespannt und ihr seid bekloppt 🙂
Haha, Oliver, du hast vollkommen recht – wer braucht schon Erholung, wenn man stattdessen freiwillig Flussdurchquerungen und Nächte ohne Strom haben kann? Entspannung pur deluxe! 😅
Der Mehrteiler kommt genau richtig, damit die Leidensgeschichte auch schön in die Länge gezogen wird. Abenteuer ja, bekloppt definitiv auch – aber hey, jemand muss es ja machen!
Danke fürs Sorgen machen, das hat uns fast so warm gehalten wie das Lagerfeuer, das wir nicht hatten. Fortsetzung folgt – halte dich fest! 😄
Oh sure, Catrina, running 55 miles wasn’t enough! No, you needed more! So a hike in the middle of a storm, through the wilderness outside of civilization was the plan, lol. I can’t wait for the second installlment! I’m reassuring myself that as you lived to tell the tale, nothing bad happened in part 2. Or did it? ;/
I was just wondering how your legs were after Comrades. This is not just a tinkering walk in the woods. It is back country exploration.
I was also wondering about how you swam across the first river and got your gear to the other side?
Another thing to wonder about was sliced Andi’s foot? How bad was it? I imagine you had first-aid materials along. That injury must have hindered him greatly. In the past injured horses as such were shot and left for the vultures. Hope Andi made it back alive without amputation of his leg? 😱
That was certainly an unfortunate start to the vacation hike full of drama. I hope the rest of the hike was less intense and you got some amazing photos!
Looking forward to more. Hope Andi is better!
Yes, after Comrades my legs were… functional, let’s say. Not fresh, but still willing. This was definitely more backcountry than we’d expected and a bit more dramatic than my idea of “recovery.” 😅
Ah, you have great questions, Yves! For the river crossing, Andrea had a proper waterproof backpack, Andi had a waterproof casing (German efficiency at work), and Kai and I went with a slightly more improvised – but surprisingly effective -solution: big, sturdy orange plastic bags sealed with duct tape. We held on to the bags as we swam across. It looked ridiculous but it worked beautifully. Everything stayed dry. 👌
I had to cut the sentences about Andi’s foot to keep things concise, but his injury was a real concern. The cut looked bad and later started showing signs of infection (oozing pus and whatnot). Luckily, Kai had some miracle Compeeds (amazing plasters!). At a later lodge, we got hold of powerful disinfectant, so we didn’t have to shoot Andi and leave him for the vultures. He made a full recovery – with both legs. 😂
You’re spot on: things got better with each day, and Day 3 was practically luxurious-great food, a comfy bed, and no injuries! Part 2 with plenty of photos coming! 🤩
Haha, exactly, Wendy! Why stop at 55 miles when you can throw in a flooded hike with river crossings and no phone signal? 😅 Clearly, my definition of “recovery” needs some work.
And yes… I did live to tell the tale. But let’s just say part 2 had its own “character-building” moments. Stay tuned! 😉
Schlag auf Schlag, sag’ ich doch !!Wer weiß, was noch alles kommt ????? Abenteuer pur, als ob dein Lauf nicht schon Abenteuer genug war – und dann das nach einem einzigen Tag !! Wow !! Wer macht denn sowas ??? Aber es gibt sie scheinbar doch, die, die nie genug kriegen !!😉Und Catrina, die GROSSE ,gehört anscheinend dazu !!
Mich wundert, dass du überhaupt in der Lage bist, hier noch ellenlange Berichte abzuliefern, denn diese Abenteuer erfordern EIGENTLICH Ruhepausen – sollte man meinen, aber in deinem Fall geht es immer weiter und weiter – Ausdauer halt !!
Bei Wind und Wetter, nichts ist zu schwierig, alles wird durchgezogen – YES !! Stark !! Warum gefällt mir das ?? Zu Hause auf dem Sofa sitzen, das kann schließlich jeder !!
Und wann ist bei dir/euch Erholung angesagt oder gibt es das nicht mehr ?😉
Liebe Grüße von der jetzt auch sehr warmen Ostsee
Haha, liebe Margitta, du bringst es wieder mal herrlich auf den Punkt – Schlag auf Schlag trifft’s ganz genau! 😄 Abenteuer haben offenbar Suchtpotenzial! Die Wanderung an den Comrades zu hängen ging überraschend gut, wenn auch ich nicht gerade diese Art von Abenteuer auf dem Schirm hatte.
Die Erholung kommt hier in Zürich nicht zu kurz! Wir treten hier deutlich kürzer und für morgen steht sogar ein Schwumm über den Zürichsee auf dem Programm (die alljährliche Seeüberquerung). Also Regeneration pur. 😉
Ich hoffe, du kannst dich an der Ostsee zwischendurch auch ein bisschen erholen. Wahrscheinlich ist bei euch inzwischen ordentlich Betrieb? Ich nehme an, die Schulferien haben begonnen?
Sonnige Grüsse in den Norden – und weiterhin viel Freude auf deinen geheimen Wegen!
Okay, my sense of adventure is null and void in comparison to you (and your party), LOL! I’m just in awe of everything (and not in an envious way)…the sand, the sea, the rain, the mud. UGH! You’re quite a trooper!
Haha, Kim, trust me, my sense of adventure felt pretty null and void too when I was knee-deep in mud with sand in my teeth! 😅 But somehow we kept going… mostly because turning back wasn’t an option.
Thanks for the kind words! Next time I’m signing up for your version of adventure. Preferably with dry socks and room service! 😄
Wow that is quite the adventure! Sounds a bit treacherous and rugged for me. Your are brave and crazy in a good way
Thanks, Deborah! Brave and crazy sounds about right! Definitely not your average stroll in the park. 😄 But sometimes the best stories come from the wildest adventures, right?
Here I was thinking “wow, a five day hike after a ninety kilometre run, that’s wild!” and then WOW DID IT GET WILD. What an adventure! I think I would have just laid down and cried at most of those points. I’m impressed by you, again!!!
Nicole, you are so right! What started as “wow, that’s wild” quickly turned into “what didn’t go wrong?!” 😂 There were definitely moments I considered curling up and just lying down on the floor, but good company kept me moving. Thanks for the cheer! 🙌😃
I started reading this thinking how are you doing all of this right after your ultra, and now I am just in shock about the entire ordeal! What an adventure and I’m so glad everything turned out ok. I am hoping the rest of your hike improved!
Haha, Lisa, I asked myself the same thing more than once on those first two days. 😅
It was definitely not your average recovery plan. But yes, thankfully things did improve bit by bit. By Day 3, it actually started to feel like a holiday! The weather was better and the food was great! More in Part 2!
Cliffhanger! I can’t wait for part 2.
You make this so real that a hotdog with tomato slices, bread, and chips sounds like a perfectly reasonable breakfast.
My hiking “adventures” this spring were the time I got lost trying to find an off trail waterfall and the time that I waded into what I thought was an ankle deep creek that was actually a knee deep creek until I fell, at which point it became a waist deep creek. I recognize my amateur status!
Haha, that breakfast was SO BAD! I was so glad I still had a packet of oats in my backpack as a plan B. 😂
Your creek story had me laughing out loud, such a classic “adventure creep,” where ankle-deep suddenly turns into full swim! 😄 You’re officially in the club now. We don’t measure experience in miles – it’s all about how wet and confused you end up!
I suppose all is well that ends well…but wow! The getting to the end of that day sounds harrowing and quite unpleasant. The sense of relief of getting somewhere to actually get supine must have been incredible.
That hotdog/tomato gourmet spread had me chuckling! Not exactly the culinary offering you were hoping for, I’m sure!
Exactly, Elisabeth, all’s well that ends INDOORS in the dry! 😅 The moment we could finally lie down (on something that wasn’t wet ground) felt like pure luxury.
And yes, that “breakfast” was definitely more comedy than cuisine, it had strong “end of the world picnic” energy. Definitely not what we imagined, but by then, it was almost charming in its own tragic way!
Liebe Catrina,
da reichte es nicht, dass ich von Graupelschauern, starkem Regen, abfallenden Temperaturen und Windböen beim MegaMarsch schrieb … ihr musstet einen draufsetzen! 😳 … und ich schrieb kürzlich von einem Alltagsabenteuer! 😉 – Nee, im Ernst, mein MegaMarsch war dagegen ja fast wie Urlaub auf dem Ponyhof!
Vorweg, gut dass ihr zu viert gewesen seid, mit 2 erfahrenen Alpinisten und einem unermüdlichen Optimisten! Das scheint bei der Tour ganz wichtig gewesen zu sein! … und du hattest dir wahrscheinlich eine erholsamere Wanderung vorgestellt, oder?
Hüttenübernachtungen hätte ich auch immer vorgezogen, egal wie, aber windgeschützt und ein Dach über dem Kopf ist allemal besser, als im Freien zu übernachten … wenigstens für mich alten Mann! 😛
Wie seid ihr gerade auf diese Route gekommen, ist ja von Cape Town aus gesehen nicht gerade um die Ecke? – Gab es unangenehme Begegnungen mit wilden Tieren?
Genießt Zürich und dann auch die Seequerung! Die kann aber nur als Regeneration in Frage kommen, wenn du dich im Tempo richtig einschätzt!
Liebe Grüße Manfred
Lieber Manfred
Haha, genau – Abenteuer-Battle auf hohem Niveau! 😄 Aber du hast recht, zu viert war das wirklich Gold wert. Mehr als einmal dachte ich, ohne A&A und Kai hätte ich mich irgendwann einfach in den Sand gesetzt und auf bessere Zeiten gewartet. Und ja, etwas erholsamer hatte ich mir das Ganze gesagt schon vorgestellt! 😅
Die Wild Coast stand schon lange auf unserer Bucket List – landschaftlich wunderschön, kaum erschlossen, und zufällig auch ganz in der Nähe von Durban, wo der Comrades geendet hat. Da lag es nahe, die zwei Vorhaben zu verbinden. Wilde Tiere haben wir zum Glück keine getroffen – Kühe, Ziegen und streunende Hunde reichten völlig. 😅
Die Seeüberquerung heute Nachmittag war ein perfekter Gegenpol: kühles Wasser, entspannte Stimmung, keine Stromschnellen oder Abgründe – einfach wunderbar regenerativ. Und ein ganz langsames, gemütliches Tempo… 😉
Liebe Grüsse aus dem sommerlich-beschaulichen Zürich!
OMG. Forgot everything I ever said about wanting to go hiking with you — and just after Comrades. You know, some people get a massage.
Haha, I know, right? Instead of a relaxing spa day, I got a near-drowning followed by mud, chaos, and mystery meat for breakfast. 😅 But hey, unforgettable memories are also a form of recovery!
Listen. I would have tapped out at the first raindrops! This is wild (literally) and terrifying! I am so glad you are all ok! I don’t know if my heart can take Part 2!
Haha, Jenn, I don’t blame you—honestly, I nearly tapped out several times, rain or no rain! 😅 It definitely pushed the limits of “fun adventure.” But don’t worry, Part 2 has fewer near-drownings and more actual hiking… mostly. Your heart should survive!
And you do this for run, right? What an adventure! I look forward to hearing the rest of the story.
Haha, yes, apparently this is my idea of fun! 😄 It was definitely more “expedition” than “leisurely stroll,” but once the mud dried and the blisters faded, we could almost laugh about it. Almost. Part 2 coming soon!
“It was time for something truly relaxing”. Umm, that sounds like a spa day, but no, your adventures are much more interesting. Wow! I would have cried and asked to go home.
A spa would’ve meant fewer rogue waves and no hotdog-for-breakfast situations – but then we’d have no story to tell! 😅 Luckily, going home wasn’t an option… otherwise I might’ve taken it, and we’d never know how the rest unfolded!
This sounds extremely South African! Love it!
Haha, right? Wild nature, unpredictable logistics, and total strangers saving the day – if that’s not peak South Africa, I don’t know what is! 😄
Catrina, you amaze me! I’m in awe of you swimming across that raging river with the waves rolling in from the ocean. I would have been petrified and it makes me feel a little silly turning around on two of our hikes when I chickened out last week.
I’m looking forward to reading about the next segment of your hike.
Debbie, trust me – “petrified” was very much part of the experience! 😅 That river crossing was not in the brochure, and if there’d been an easy way to chicken out, I might’ve taken it too.
Turning around on a hike is never silly – it’s just smart! So glad you’re enjoying Utah – what a stunning place to explore!
Part 2 is coming soon, with slightly less drama (but not no drama 😬).
Liebe Catrina,
da muss doch im Kleingedruckten irgendwas gestanden haben, von wegen “Survival Trip” oder “Full of heavy Surprises” oder “Still missing some Hikers of last Year”….
Was für ein Auftakt! Ich wäre verzweifelt, aber ihr habt Schwarmintelligenz eingesetzt und einen Weg gefunden, unglaublich! Wenn man das so liest, bei 26° im gemütlichen Stöckli, kann man euer Abenteuer glaube ich nicht ansatzweise nachfühlen, aber es muss ein ziemlicher K(r)ampf gewesen sein. Ich hoffe, es gab auch schöne Momente und bin auf die Fortsetzung gespannt!
Liebe Grüße aus dem Berner Oberland
Elke
Liebe Elke,
haha, ja genau – irgendwo ganz unten auf Seite 17 der AGB stand sicher etwas von „Sturmfluten, Stromausfällen und freiwilligem Fasten“! 😄
Aber du hast recht: Die Kombination aus Schwarmintelligenz, Sturheit und totalem Mangel an Alternativen hat uns irgendwie durchmanövriert.
Vom gemütlichen Stöckli aus liest sich das wahrscheinlich wie ein absurdes Drehbuch – aber mittendrin war’s eher nasser Improtheaterkurs mit Survival-Modul. 😅
Zum Glück wurde es mit jedem Tag etwas besser (auch wärmer, trockener, leckerer). Fortsetzung folgt!
Liebe Grüsse aus dem kühlen Zürich!
This was such a hard core adventure, Catrina. Being a weak swimmer I am pretty sure I would have hit my demise if that rogue wave were to hit me. I could really feel the wildness and remoteness through your words. In this 21st Century Anno Domini world with rapid advancements in technology and global interconnectedness those places are getting harder to find. I have experienced the wildness and remoteness in my single days, and loved it, But now that I’ve been away from it for so long, I long to return but honestly don’t know how I would fare. Particularly in my aging years. You did so amazing to keep so composed despite the elements being so raw. Well done, Catrina.
Thank you, Carl! I totally get what you mean – these wild, remote places are becoming rare gems in our hyper-connected world. I’m not the strongest swimmer either, so that rogue wave had me questioning my life choices for sure! But sometimes, you just have to dive in (literally) and hope for the best.
It’s amazing how those raw, untamed moments stick with you – and I think a bit of cautious bravery can go a long way, no matter the age. Aging or not, the wild has a way of humbling and inspiring us all.
Thanks for the kind words – it means a lot! I hope you are doing fine in Canada!
What an incredibly tough start to your hike on the Wild Coast! I’m really quite impressed how you went straight into this after the Comrades – kudos. I’m still struggling to walk after my ultra, hikes will need to wait longer.
How was Andi’s foot the day after slicing it on a rock? Was he able to still hike?
I really laughed at your faces in the back of the bakkie getting a lift back. It must have been a rough ride. It made me laugh because I remember as kids sitting like this in the back of my Dad’s Isuzu (with canopy). It was so uncomfortable back there, and you also needed to deal with ingress of dust and diesel fumes along with the bumpy ride. Your faces show the hilarity of the situation so well in that photo. Definitely my favourite.
I’m looking forward to the next part. Great post Catrina.
Thanks so much, Sean! Yes, jumping straight from Comrades into the Wild Coast probably wasn’t the best idea… that first day was a bit rough. I think the endorphins carried me through more than any actual strength. 😅
Good question: Andi’s foot looked pretty grim the next day, it was clearly infected. We were all a bit worried, but fortunately Kai had a stash of magical Compeed plasters, and between that and some open-air airing, it gradually improved. No amputation required!
Haha, that bakkie ride was something else. I love how you can relate! We grimly held on to our backpacks to prevent them from bouncing around (and us!). When we jumped over one particular pothole, Andi bumped his head quite badly. That photo really says it all!
I just finalized Part 2 – it will soon be out! Thank you for reading!
That’s good to hear his foot fared better afterward. I couldn’t wait for part 2 to find out! Looking forward to the next.
Omg Catrina- you did this RIGHT after finishing Comrades??? This is definitely an adventure. I’m very late in commenting (still trying to catch up on blog posts) but that means I can scoot right over to Part 2, which I’m doing right now!
Thanks so much, Jenny – and yes, it was straight off Comrades and into the chaos! Not exactly textbook recovery, but it made for an unforgettable double-whammy of an experience.
So glad you’re catching up, no such thing as late in blogland! Hope Part 2 lives up to the mess Part 1 promised 😄