![]() ![]() One more night after this and we’d split 4 different ways and head off to other places. We all ended up in the drawing room having drinks and coffee on our second last night together. We finally all wandered across the field like browns cows, heading for the bus and back to the hotel, tired but happy – no waiting for a Frank or Julian tonight it was just Team QCC on the bus. ![]() The paella was delicious, the drinks were cold, the fines were funny and the night was a great one. The teams swapped mementos – the Rollers gave the boys a cap each the boys gave the Rollers a QCC pin. The organisers provided Personality of the Day medals for each team to present to a member of the opposing team at the end of each day’s play. While the paella cooked we finished off the wagyu biltong. Paella for dinner – one seafood, one chicken. This is the one thing you never want to see waddling across a cricket field – a DUCK…… Ouch, shouldn’t have run so far….or so fast….or not at all. He’s the player who broke his finger before he left home he’s played all 4 games one-handed and not done too badly! The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak……knees that have only just held out, finally breaking down. I arrived at the game after the township tour, just in time to see Gibbo batting for the last time…and running. The third and final game was against the West Coast Rollers, a lively bunch of lads who enjoy their cricket nearly as much as our boys do. Where this guy kept tapping on the tortoise shell with a rock, then licking and rubbing the shell. Woodlawn plaaying close cracked#I didn’t get to see whether he cracked it or not because Gibbo called me over next door…. He kept washing it then bashing it really hard with a big stone. This guy had a nut that he was trying to break open. The spider monkey was really cool and really sad The guide had to get it back but the monkey kept pulling on it and didn’t want to give up his treasure. Later, he got away with it and took it up into a tree. We went into an enclosure and fed some of the monkeys one tried to steal the map out of Gibbo’s pocket. I was fascinated with the marmosets – I guess most monkeys look like us but the faces on these little guys seemed particularly human. The humans are in the cage the monkeys aren’t! We spent a couple of hours there wandering through the exhibits and feeding the monkeys. We’d passed it on our way to the sharks earlier in the week. ![]() Woodlawn plaaying close driver#We had a slow start to proceedings on Saturday after a quiet breakfast we picked up our laundry and hired a driver to take us on the 45 minute drive to Monkey Town. We arrived home at the farm after 11pm to this very appropriate welcome. Then out of the crowd came Jude and Neil they greeted us before heading off to Departures to catch a flight home to their families. In an unusual turn of events Drew was waiting at the Arrivals gate for us (it’s usually us waiting for one of our children to emerge through the doors, safely home once more from their global wanderings Meg is currently riding camels in the Indian desert) hugs all ’round. We flew 10 hours to Singapore, had a 3 hour layover then flew 8 hours to Brisbane where my two containers of exotic seasonings were confiscated by Customs but the dangerous looking Biltong cutter with a machete like implement attached to a lump of untreated wood didn’t even rate a second glance (something to do with the pink peppercorns being able to sprout). Look who was sitting across from us and had the result on his phone – KENNY FROM JAPAN wearing a South Africa shirt!!! We left Capetown Sunday morning and flew to Johannesburg where we heard the news that Australia had beaten New Zealand in the World Cup. ![]()
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