<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14780318</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:03:28.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamorous in Retrospect - Africa</title><subtitle type='html'>"It is said that if you go to Africa, it will leave a footprint on your heart." - African Proverb</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14780318.post-112398155128211935</id><published>2005-08-13T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T07:51:56.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zimbabwe - From Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/zimplane.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/zimplane.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun rising over Zimbabwe as I flew from London to Africa for the first time. I woke up in time to catch this shot over the wing, just hours before I'd get to Durban for my five month stay in Africa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14780318-112398155128211935?l=africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/feeds/112398155128211935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14780318&amp;postID=112398155128211935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112398155128211935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112398155128211935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/2005/08/zimbabwe-from-above.html' title='Zimbabwe - From Above'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14780318.post-112398100125559755</id><published>2005-08-13T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T08:15:34.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa - Home and School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/myhouse.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/myhouse.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Princess Anne. 4 keys, locking bedroom doors, our own personal safes, ADT, and the landlord used to own a security company. Which was passed down to him from his parents. Kept the green mamba from getting in (fried on the electric fence - did I mention the electric part of that 8.5 spikey beast of a fence?), but we still got robbed 3 times. In all fairness, the security wasn't quite so elaborate when we moved in, and at our insistence the landlord made the house look like a prison. It was pretty creepy, though. Many a sleepless night. But we had satellite TV. And a maid who came a couple times a week. And it was 5 minutes from the campus. Oh yeah, and we had panic buttons, so we could manually set off the alarm if we were in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self - never live in Durban &lt;strong&gt;ever again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/howardcollege.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/howardcollege.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard College, one of five campuses of the University of KwaZulu-Natal. Formerly known as University of Natal, Howard College is only as impressive as it is because it was one of the 'white' universities during the Apartheid era. Recently the government forced a merge with other universities, hence the name and a more equal opportunity to education in South Africa. The closer building is the law school, and the farther one is the Memorial Tower Building, literally a monument to young South Africans who died at war. These are only two of the buildings, though, and the campus is huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/durbanbay.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/durbanbay.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of Durban and the harbour from campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/monkey-campus.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/monkey-campus.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vervet Monkeys. Vicious little beasts. This is one of the many that lived right on my campus. If you're not careful, they will attack you. And sometimes kill you. Moral of the story? &lt;em&gt;Avoid the vervets at all cost... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14780318-112398100125559755?l=africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/feeds/112398100125559755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14780318&amp;postID=112398100125559755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112398100125559755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112398100125559755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/2005/08/south-africa-home-and-school.html' title='South Africa - Home and School'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14780318.post-112398020465222281</id><published>2005-08-13T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T07:38:36.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa - Wildlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/ele2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/ele2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Hallowe'en weekend we headed up to the coast on safari at Hluhluwe-Umfolozi (no, it's not pronounced anything like that). Here the bull elephant is coming towards our car. Right up to it. I thought this was fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/ele1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/ele1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until I realized that he was so close that I couldn't fit his whole face in the frame anymore. And his ears were out. And he was kind of running. And the guide in the safari car next to us told us not to move because he was charging us. Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/eleroad.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/eleroad.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving us alone and moving on to the next suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/elefamily.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/elefamily.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the herds, elephants always protect the babies and will gather around them to hide them from potential danger. Sooooo cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/eleherd.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/eleherd.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I really like elephants. This isn't even a quarter of the herd, though, as many were still heading towards the mud at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/girafferoad.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/girafferoad.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something different. A giraffe. Crossing the road right in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/baboons.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/baboons.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baboons running down the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/rhinozebra.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/rhinozebra.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually it can be really difficult to see rhinos on really hot summer days, but lucky for us, it had rained the day before. We found rhinos everywhere, lying in mud to keep cool. The zebra's peeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/rhinoroad.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/rhinoroad.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rhino lumbering down the road towards us. &lt;em&gt;Towards us&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/monkey.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/monkey.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much different than the Vervets living in and around Durban, this monkey came and sat right next to us at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/crocs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/crocs.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they're &lt;em&gt;dangerous...&lt;/em&gt; It was cool to get this close to the crocs, but depressing to see them living this way. We were much luckier to see them the next day in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/crocnest.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/crocnest.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a boat tour in St. Lucia we were able to get right next to this mother croc who was sitting on her nest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14780318-112398020465222281?l=africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/feeds/112398020465222281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14780318&amp;postID=112398020465222281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112398020465222281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112398020465222281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/2005/08/south-africa-wildlife.html' title='South Africa - Wildlife'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14780318.post-112397897991018710</id><published>2005-08-13T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:01:38.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa - Random Good Times and Interesting Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/reed.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/reed.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Annual Zulu Reed Festival at the royal residence in Nongoma. Every year 10,000 Zulu maidens dance for the king. They each present him with a reed. If the reed breaks while they're doing this, it means that they have been lying and are not truly virgins. Poor crops have likely brought unnecessary shame to many families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/reed2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/reed2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the girls in white beads are sisters. Ouch, that's a big family. And despite the 10,000 naked women running around, my five white friends and I got a surprising amount of attention. Apparently it is extraordinarily rare for white people to attend this type of event, and we brought these girls 'great pride' to come see what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/drakensberg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/drakensberg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiking in the Drakensberg (literally 'Dragon's Mountains' in Afrikaans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/rockart.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/rockart.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock art painted by the San in the Berg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/rugby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/rugby.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking in the Tri-Nations Cup while drinking our Castle. South Africa rocked the Australia Wallabies (are they serious?) and we narrowly escaped the crazy drunk man with biltong. &lt;em&gt;Go Bokke!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/coffeebay1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/coffeebay1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the view near Coffee Bay with some local children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/coffeebay2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/coffeebay2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the water by the Hole in the Wall in the old Transkei. Guess how it got its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/ostrich.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/ostrich.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and an ostrich, right after he accidentally bit me. And yes, I know it was an accident. I was feeding him and he overshot. Ostriches are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/kloofdivingsa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/kloofdivingsa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a hike to the Krantzkloof Nature Reserve north of Durban, we were able to take advantage of fresh water for the first time since we'd been to Africa. A waterfall and fast-running stream kept the water clean enough for swimming, so we did a lot of rock jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/qunu.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/qunu.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Nelson Mandela's current home in Qunu. He grew up in this tiny little village, and always believed he should have a house there. I came threw the town on the same day that his annual Christmas Party was taking place, where he gives gifts to thousands of underprivileged children. Unfortunately, more than 20,000 more than anticipated came, and there weren't enough gifts. Chaos erupted, especially as Mandela was away in Johannesburg dealing with &lt;blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/africa/01/07/mandela.son/index.html/"&gt;personal tragedy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14780318-112397897991018710?l=africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/feeds/112397897991018710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14780318&amp;postID=112397897991018710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112397897991018710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112397897991018710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/2005/08/south-africa-random-good-times-and.html' title='South Africa - Random Good Times and Interesting Events'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14780318.post-112397618794049011</id><published>2005-08-13T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:33:26.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa - The Cape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/ri3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/ri3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of Table Mountain over Cape Town from Robben Island. Looks close, but that's cold water full of sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/ctmountain2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/ctmountain2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table Mountain, a UNESCO World Heritage Site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/ctmountain.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/ctmountain.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of Cape Town from the top of Table Mountain. Usually a very safe place to visit, the mountain became a problem in the week we were in town. Several tourists were attacked, with most being mugged and one even being thrown off the mountain. We decided to take the cable car, rather than risk the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/ri5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/ri5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance to Robben Island, just a quick boatride from Cape Town. The island had been used as a prison for quite some time, but during the Apartheid era it became known for housing political prisoners. Tours of the island are led by former prisoners (though they're not all political prisoners) who can give a unique insight to what life was like on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/ri1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/ri1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building where the political prisoners were housed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/ri2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/ri2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courtyard where many ANC meetings were secretly held within the prison. The far wall with no windows was built during Mandela's time on the island when officials discovered that political prisoners were communicating with regular prisoners through the windows in the yard. Unfortunately, the wall was built directly over the spot where the original manuscript for Long Walk to Freedom had been buried, and Mandela's work was discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/cell1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/cell1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandela's cell, where he was kept for much of his 18 years on Robben Island. Later, when it became clear that Apartheid was beginning to fail, he was relocated to a prison on the mainland where he was in regular secret talks with the government to negotiate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/sobukue.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/sobukue.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Sobukwe House, where the infamous leader of the PAC was kept in solitary confinement. Although he actually completed his given sentence, he was judged too dangerous to the Apartheid government, and what came to be known as the 'Sobukwe Clause' led to him being kept on Robben Island until he eventually died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/ri4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/ri4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lime quarry, where Mandela and other political prisoners were forced to work through much of their time on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/capegoodhope.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/capegoodhope.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cape of Good Hope. This is the southern most point of Africa, though it's not where the two oceans meet. That's actually just a short hike to the left of this picture at Cape Point, where it's five degrees cooler on the side of the Atlantic than the Indian Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/mecape.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/mecape.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the Cape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/rockrabbit.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/rockrabbit.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who this little guy's most closely related to... an elephant! Weird, but he's definitely some sort of pachyderm. But when the Boers first found him, they thought that he was some kind of rabbit, and so he's still known as a rock dassie or a rock rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/penguins1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/penguins1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures always seem to catch people offguard. "Penguins? I thought you went to Africa... Why are they on sand?" African Penguins (formerly known as Jackass Penguins for the sound they make) are native to Boulders Beach in the Cape region. They're about 2 feet tall and apparently bite really hard. Having already been bitten by a wide variety of birds (swans, ostriches, etc...) I thought I should skip testing that out, but I was able to find an answer to the eternal question of whether penguins have knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/penguins2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/penguins2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, so many penguins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/feet.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/feet.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wash your feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/simonsig1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/simonsig1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grapejuice into wine. Simonsig is one of the most famous South African wineries, and after tasting everything they had to offer, it was clear why. However, it made it a little difficult to properly sample the wines at each successive winery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/simonsig2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/simonsig2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vinyard at Simonsig. Throughout the Cape Winelands you can see beautiful scenery like this below the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/meandcheetah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/meandcheetah.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petting a cheetah at a sanctuary in the Stellenbosch region. There are fewer than 10,000 left in the world, so many places in South Africa have created breeding grounds to try to increase the population. All the cheetahs here are used for breeding, but hundreds are put into a transitional home to help re-introduce them to the wild.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and they're soft like kittens and have the loudest purr I've ever heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14780318-112397618794049011?l=africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/feeds/112397618794049011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14780318&amp;postID=112397618794049011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112397618794049011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112397618794049011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/2005/08/south-africa-cape.html' title='South Africa - The Cape'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14780318.post-112397258488042196</id><published>2005-08-13T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T15:36:24.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Namibia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/swakopbeach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/swakopbeach1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach in Swakopmund (or Swakop, to locals). Nambia's coast is on the Atlantic, making this the second ocean I ever set foot in. There was no swimming though, because Swakop was surprisingly cold for an African desert town.  The cold currents and winds from the south and the sand's inability to hold the heat meant a little colder trip.  Of course, by cold, I mean between 15-20 degrees celcius.  This made me a little concerned for my return to Canada two weeks later (5 months in Africa messes with your system).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/namib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/namib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Namib desert.  Just a little further inland than Swakop, but the temperature difference was unreal.  I couldn't believe how hot it was after a 2 minute drive away from the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/sandboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/sandboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandboarding.  The same idea as snowboarding, but in the Namib dunes.  It's a lot softer when you fall, and you  won't get frostbite, but you have to climb up every time, which gets a little daunting in the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/camel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/camel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/meandcamel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/meandcamel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me riding my camel. Apparently they don't really spit, it's just a misconception, but in a race against a horse, a camel would lose in the sprint but win the long distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/zonkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/zonkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zonkey. Half zebra, half donkey. It was the lawnmower at the camel farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocodile, Zebra, and Strauss, oh my! Yes, this restaurant actually labelled the food they brought out because they specialized in game meat. Also on this platter were Gnu, Oryx, and Springbok. Separately we also tasted the Blesbok, which was unanimously the favourite, although the zebra was quite nice with the cranberry sauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14780318-112397258488042196?l=africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/feeds/112397258488042196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14780318&amp;postID=112397258488042196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112397258488042196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112397258488042196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/2005/08/namibia.html' title='Namibia'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14780318.post-112225129931891521</id><published>2005-07-24T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T15:57:54.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa - the KZN Coastline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/The%20Wild%20Coast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/The%20Wild%20Coast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wild Coast of South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/sunshinecoast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/sunshinecoast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Africa's 'Sunshine Coast', south of Durban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/Durbanharbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/Durbanharbour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harbour in Durban, where we lived and went to school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14780318-112225129931891521?l=africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/feeds/112225129931891521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14780318&amp;postID=112225129931891521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112225129931891521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112225129931891521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/2005/07/south-africa-kzn-coastline.html' title='South Africa - the KZN Coastline'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14780318.post-112225119224448065</id><published>2005-07-24T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T15:54:27.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swaziland and Mozambique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/horses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding horses on the beach at the Praia de Barra in Mozambique, just up the beach from where we stayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/horses2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/horses2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I'd been on a horse since a class trip to a farm in kindergarten. Pretty glad I didn't fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/palm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/palm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our backpacker was nestled in a little coconut grove, and the trees were everywhere. However, you were not allowed to take any of the coconuts, as each of the trees belong to villagers living in Tofo, the closest village (but the land belonged to the backpacker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/livethedream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/livethedream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign at the Bamboozi's entrance - &lt;em&gt;Live the Dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/bamboozijen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/bamboozijen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamboozi - just over the hill from the beach and our home while in Mozambique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/tofobeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/tofobeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tofo, Mozambique. We spent a week here, and the beach is virtually deserted all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/swazi%20arrival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/swazi%20arrival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Swaziland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14780318-112225119224448065?l=africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/feeds/112225119224448065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14780318&amp;postID=112225119224448065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112225119224448065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112225119224448065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/2005/07/swaziland-and-mozambique.html' title='Swaziland and Mozambique'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14780318.post-112225097729440932</id><published>2005-07-24T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T16:50:55.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zimbabwe, Zambia, and Botswana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/Img_0854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/Img_0854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun setting over the Zambezi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/Img_0830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/Img_0830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumbaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/Img_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/Img_1021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip - Durban, Joburg, Bulawayo, Vic Falls, Livingstone, Chobe, and back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/ufbackpackers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/ufbackpackers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Falls Backpackers - one of the best places I stayed in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/guineafowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/guineafowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guinea Fowl.  Funny till it's 4am and you're still trying to sleep. (soooo loud...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/zimxmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/zimxmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in a Bulawayo store - this is the scariest thing I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/Img_1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/Img_1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants playing in the Chobe, Botswana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/1600/meandelephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2581/882/400/meandelephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and an elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/Img_0969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/Img_0969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippos in the Chobe, Botswana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/Img_0917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/Img_0917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babboon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/Img_0913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/Img_0913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Falls: Zambia on the left, Zimbabwe on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/Img_1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/Img_1076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ISN'T a criminal offence in Zimbabwe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/640/Img_0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3773/320/Img_0919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Cristi and me, after sneaking in to Victoria Falls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14780318-112225097729440932?l=africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/feeds/112225097729440932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14780318&amp;postID=112225097729440932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112225097729440932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14780318/posts/default/112225097729440932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://africaonlyglamorousinretrospect.blogspot.com/2005/07/zimbabwe-zambia-and-botswana.html' title='Zimbabwe, Zambia, and Botswana'/><author><name>Jill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
