Come fly with me…

Take it, Frank:

Come fly with me,
Let’s fly, let’s fly away
If you could use some exotic booze
There’s a bar in far Bombay…

But I’m not going anywhere near India, Bombay is now Mumbai, and this isn’t actually an invitation. Still, while we’re on the subject, much new found respect for Frank Sinatra in keeping a straight face while telling us about the possible entertainment on the South American leg of our shared trip:

In llama-land there’s a one-man band
And he’ll toot his flute for you

Really, Frank? Really?

Nope, we’re UK-bound this evening at the end of a couple of hectic weeks which have exemplified this year for Family 6000. As ever when on the road, I will continue to attempt to blog each day, but I promise nothing. But you should probably expect fewer words and more photos – maybe a bit of Tumblr mode. You’ll survive.
If this is an issue for you, please drop me an email stating why you deserve a full refund.
Oh, and your bank details, obviously.

Look after SA for me while I’m gone, OK?

Own bed

Nothing quite like it, is there?

We’re back, but it was probably the worst flight I’ve ever had. Weird temperature fluctuations, a horrendously and consistently loud and upset child (not ours) and less leg room than a giraffe in a matchbox.
It wasn’t fun. It was full though – much like the one on the way out – which again fails to explain that SAA decision to pull out of providing direct flights from Cape Town to London.

Tomorrow, real life begins again.
Oh joy.

I have no idea…

I should be in the UK right now, but I’m actually writing this from Cape Town. That’s because I’m writing it now, which is Wednesday.
Confused? No. Me neither. This isn’t a difficult concept to grasp.

One thing I am a little confused about is the degree to which I will be able to connect while I’m (t)here.

I have no idea.

I’m disappearing off to France on Sunday and I have a feeling that things may be even more confusing there.

Look – what I’m basically saying is please hang tight. I will endeavour to provide you with a post each day, although, in the immortal words of Brian Micklethwait, I promise nothing.

Normal service should be resumed (assuming it has been interrupted) on Thursday 28th, when I reach the stability of Manx Telecom and their fantastic internet infrastructure.