Day 13 April 3

This is it, our last day! Day 14 would consist of getting up, eating breakfast having to say good-bye and then off to the airport. Marie, Bailey, Jordan, Ev and I were all flying out around the same times, so we all left for the airport together, with the rest to follow later to catch their flights. Day 13 was spent driving back to Durban, where we would be staying at the Blue Waters hotel again. Ian drove us back and we learned along the way that he had just received a promotion, but would be moving to Cape Town and working with the World Vision Korea office there. Excellent for him, but a sad loss for the KMP group, I'm sure. Nobuhle and Pumi drove down as well, bringing most of the luggage with them. After checking in at the hotel and unloading the bags in the rooms, everyone met back in the lobby, as a number of the group had decided that they would like to go to the uShaka Marine World. Terry, Marie, Ev and I decided that it was more important, at this time, to head to Casino where we hoped we would be able to exchange money. By this time I was getting pretty desperate for rand; I still had some Euros and American cash left, but that wouldn't be of much use in Ngala, where I was heading next. We drove down to the Aquarium with everyone, then Pumi drove us 4 back to the casino. What a job it was exchanging money! It took over an hour, with my passport being handed around to I don't know how many people! Eventually I got the cash I needed to be able to carry on, so we headed back to the street markets to kill the time until we were to meet the rest of the group and to finish up a bit of shopping for souvenirs; then Ian and Pumi headed back home after dropping us, back at the hotel again. Nobuhle decided that she would take everyone to another casino, that was further out of town, for dinner at one of their restaurants. What a lovely place it was, filled with very exotic decor. Dinner was buffet and was very nice. The ride there was rather intense, four of us had to try and fit in the crew cab of Nobuhle's Toyota truck. Africans think nothing of packing people into vehicles like that, but I wasn't feeling to secure, half on the floor for the ride there. After dinner there was another meeting with Nobuhle and Sa (who had been away in Kenya, the whole time we were there) to find out how we all felt about our experience, what they could do to make things better for the next group to go etc. Then it was off to bed for the last night of sleep on African soil for many of us. The next morning was hard, saying goodbye to everyone after being so close and sharing such amazing experiences with each other.