Going out with a whimper...
28.07.2012 22 °C
===Sparky and I planned our last day to be entertaining, yet relaxing. We took a cab to uShaka Marine World, which is South Africa's version of Sea World. It is quite proud of the ginormous aquarium it has, as well as the waterpark and kids world. The center of the park is a giant freighter ship which has been refitted to house aquariums which, in fact, go far underneath the park and the various pools and viewing waters are actually the tops of the aquariums. Sparky and I toured around, taking lots of pictures and looking for fish we had caught on Wednesday. The only one we found was the cape salmon, a very large and impressive fish with another name which escapes me now.
There were a variety of shows to attend if you wanted. There was a seal show and a dolphin show, the only one we made being the dolphin show. It started off very interestingly when the announcer picked 8 people to get up and "shake what your mama gave you" in a dance off to be a dolphin handler for the show. The winner was brought to the front where she did her dance again, quite admirably I might add, and of course she ended up the show getting wet.
From uShaka, we went out on a pier and had lunch at an African restaurant called MOYO, where an inquisitive Sparky got his face painted up like the waiters. We couldn't understand what his paint job meant, but I was convinced it was a demented butterfly and it indicated he was an unbalanced and wealthy tourist which should be harassed at every opportunity. It only lasted until he went to the washroom at Marine World anyway.
The remainder of the afternoon was spent napping and repacking. I took off for a bit of shopping and Sparky studied the inside of his eyelids for defects, or so he said.
We went to the casino for supper and ate at a Spur steakhouse - a pretty popular chain found in Africa. The food was good and the whole experience reminding me of being in an American chain restaurant.
We wound up the night blowing a few hundred rand each - about forty dollars - on the machines and it was off to bed.
It was an accepted fact that our last African experience would be done at the airport, much to our dismay.
As I write this, Sparky and I are sitting in a chain restaurant called Mugg & Bean in King Shaka airport. To this point, we have been frustrated, disappointed and relieved of all our ammunition, much to our dismay. We were able to bring our ammunition to Durban on our airline, but for whatever reason we are unable to take it back. They informed us that we shouldn't have been allowed to bring it in the first place, but we did. We ended up spengin half an hour in the SAP (South African Police) office, turning over our ammo and empty casings to them. The officers were quite understanding and made it quite painless, and they sommiserated with our loss and nearly choked when we told them that those seven boxes were worth just under R7000. Regardless, we are without ammo and currently await the chance to check in our luggage and get ready for the last leg of our adventure.
From Durban we fly to Johannesburg, arriving there about 5. Then, we have to meet the person who has our guns, we hope, and then take them through the whole KLM firearm check in process again. Once the guns and bags are successfully checked and whisked away, our fate is in their hands. It will be a matter of surviving 11 hours to Amsterdam, a quick walkabout and a whiz then on the plane again for another 9 hours to wind up in Calgary.
Sparky and I were waxing philosophically last night and today about our experience and we can certainly say we are ready to go home. It most certainly can be summed up as Sparky and LewLew's MOST Excellent Adventure.