We’re here!

We made it!  We arrived on schedule at Johannesburg’s O. R. Tambo Airport (John’s suitcase was the first on the carousel!), got our rental car (a Toyota Rav 4), plugged in our portable GPS with the new chip for South Africa, and headed out on our way.  Thank goodness for the GPS, because we seemed to be stuck on the “scenic route” getting out of the city, and even when we finally found ourselves out in the rural countryside en route to our first stop in Dullstroom, we weren’t sure we were on the correct freeway until we finally spotted a familiar coal-fired power plant off in the distance.

A very long three hour drive brought us to Dullstroom, a quiet little town generally referred to as the fly fishing capital of Africa, and the charming Peace Corner lodging where we stayed when we were here three years ago.



This is the perfect place to relax and recover from jet lag - while our plane seats were spacious and folded out flat for sleeping, neither of us can sleep much on a plane.  We did watch many movies, TV episodes, and TED talks - and I read an entire murder mystery - but we didn’t sleep much.  So our large, comfortable room is perfect -


There’s also a couch, kitchenette and dining table that the photo doesn’t show (or the cookies and small bottle of sherry that greeted these weary travelers) - a very nice place for about $61 per night!  

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