Update on Nepal Notebook Campaign – Funds on the Way!

Well, after all that work, back-and-forth stress, and endless paperwork, our friendly bank here in the USA didn’t approve our international bank account application.  In response, we gave them the American Salute, and opened up a different account to avoid paying exorbitant bank fees and ensure that ALL of the money donated ends up in the hands of these students.  Long story, but the moral is:


Volunteers Unload First Batch of Notebooks

It’s hard to imagine that it’s been over 9 months since we began this project and your generous donations started pouring in.  We’re up to $3,530 in donations, over 85% of the way to our goal.  If you have an extra buck to spare, can you donate to help 30 children in remote Nepal receive an education?  Or, can you click on the facebook button at the bottom and share this with friends to help us reach our goal? 

Thank you as always for your support and included in this post are some pictures of the notebooks that have been purchased thus far.  More updates to follow!

Back Cover of Notebooks

Hundreds of scholarship forms have been received and we will choose 30 students to receive supplies, uniforms, and a fully funded school year thanks to your donation!

As promised, if you donated $140 or more to support a student for the year, you will receive a letter and photo from your sponsored child when they receive their items. Thank you for your patience, as we finalize these international transactions.

If you would like to learn more about this project, please visit our Nepal Notebook Campaign site!

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The Spirit of Giving – Afrika Burn

No need for the rain coat or wool socks, I thought, grouping together necessities for our desert trip on my left and the items I’d leave in our Johannesburg hostel on my right. I’ve found that traveling requires lots of organization, calculation and a constantly changing idea of what is necessary and what is inessential. “Do we really both need toiletries or can we just share?” I asked, while trying to push our tent, chairs, blankets, mats and camping dishes into a large, plastic box. Our friend Ollie had presented us with an amazing farewell gift when in Namibia, purchasing everything we needed for camping, including cups and plastic wine glasses, all cookware, maps and wildlife photo books, and even a poitje seasoning to make the famous African stew over a fire. He had settled it all perfectly, as pieces in a game of Tetris, in a large, plastic box and told us to enjoy Africa. It brought tears to our eyes that someone had gone to this extent to organize everything we needed for the next 3 months. Now, unlike Ollie’s perfect packing job, The box was stuffed with everything we needed for a short stint in the Karoo Desert for the AfrikaBurn Festival, lid not even close to clamping shut.
Good thing it’s the desert and we will barely need any clothes, I thought.

Four days later, hail the size of peach pits catapulted toward our little rental car. We held our breath, driving through two-foot puddles on rutted, dirt roads, praying we would not get a flat tire. “Welcome to Tankwa Town Tented Camp,” one sign read. Flash flood warnings blared from the radio and nylon rain covers, once protecting tents underneath, swirled outside our car, pinned down by one or two remaining stakes. This wasn’t quite what we’d expected, after hearing tales of 100 degree heat and cautionary speeches about bringing 5 liters of water a day per person to avoid dehydration. “I think I under-packed,” I thought, while remembering my raincoat and wool socks back in Johannesburg.

We had first learned about “Afrika Burn” from a traveler in the Southeast Asian country of Laos. Kerrin, a Capetonian with a free spirit, is often quoted by us in our makeshift South African accent, for saying, “Awwwww, kewwwwl maaaaaan.” Kerrin is a delight to travel with and when hearing we were headed to her hometown, she gave us a list of must-see activities. Then she mentioned an art and camping festival in the desert, which was similar to Burning Man but with 1/12 of the people. Our ears perked up and we vowed that we would buy tickets to the event eight months down the road.

Well here we were, along with two new American travel buddies from Savannah, Georgia, Meredith and Jane, who we had met in Livingstone, Zambia. The four of us were excited for a long weekend of art, costumes, and music. There is no money exchanged at this event, so everything must be brought in or borrowed and shared while attending. We had packed s’mores ingredient to teach other campers about this fine American delicacy and body paint to get a bit creative. “The Spirit of Giving” is huge at Afrika Burn and is the underlying theme to everything. If you bring enough to share, you can assume that you, too, will be taken care of. Whether it’s a serenade by a funky musician, a cold drink at midday, or hot pancakes served outside your tent at 10 am, the circle of sharing always provides.

We pulled into our camp spot in the middle of the icy storm. A brief moment of despair washed over the four of us as we discussed sleeping in the car, since our tents would surely leak or blow away in this monstrosity. But our minds settled thirty minutes later when the sky grew orange with the setting sun and the rain ceased, leaving muddy puddles atop the calloused desert sand. “At least we know where the high ground is now,” we sputtered, avoiding the water when staking down what would be our home for the next 4 nights. We now became optimistic for the next day’s activities and to see everything that Tankwa Town had to offer. Cozy inside our tents that night, we just hoped the morning sun would shine brightly to soak up the puddles of the prior storm and allow us to explore.

Thanks to our friend Dan, who works as a costume designer in Capetown, we were set with funky apparel for the festivities in the morning. Boxes upon boxes were packed with items from movies such as Death Race and Blue Crush II, and all of them called to us from the trailer behind Dan’s car. The four of us Americans had a laugh at all of the different personalities we could pull off, and got as creative as possible with the movie props. Then after breakfast, we set out to explore! We mailed postcards from a station called Burning Mail, jumped on a large trampoline, enjoyed vodka slushies in a swanky, white club, and listened to live music in a Bedouin tent…all for free. The second day, we decided to give back by making a collaborative station with Dan and Benitha. These two had been to Afrika Burn before and brought loads of crafts to help people decorate their bicycles. So the four of us Americans parlayed that idea with a bit of help decorating the bikers, too. We named our station “Pimp your Ride and Rider.” With body paint and brushes, we added color to anyone who would let us decorate their arms, backs and faces!

As we walked around during the day, we marveled at the newly constructed art exhibits, made of wood. Some were models of African safari animals, some were geometric structures, and others were replicas of famous buildings. In a world when everything spectacular calls for a Facebook page update, it was nice being disconnected and just enjoying this art without needing to act. And in order to prove that it is all non-material happiness one takes from the art, each exhibit was burned at night, only to last in the viewer’s memory. With stars above in their extra-bright desert state, the center of the camp ground came alive and the wooden art exhibits were set on fire. Some artists had music playing while their structures burned, others asked for peace and quiet, to reflect and appreciate the work that had gone into the exhibit. One art piece, a huge dinosaur on wheels, even took off across the desert as the fire pushed it along. On the last night of burning, we passed around s’mores and explained how to make them to many curious campers.

When the morning of our departure arrived, we did a sweep of our campsite, so as not to leave anything behind. We had read many MOOP signs throughout our time at the festival, explaining that leaving Matter Out Of Place was not a responsible way to treat the Karoo Desert, and we agreed, with everything the Karoo had provided for us. All four of us commented that we had never seen a festival so clean and litter-free, which really told a lot about the people who attended Afrika Burn.

At a stop at the road-side farm stall about an hour from Tankwa Town, we got out to stretch and buy a snack. It was so strange to scrounge in our wallets for money after just four days without it, and we were sad to have to lock our car doors when parking it in the lot. We had not realized what a dream world we’d lived in for the past four days, and now we were acclimatizing back to reality. However, we hoped to carry one aspect of Afrika Burn with us whether in the Karoo or anywhere else in the world. With fresh reminders about the Spirit of Giving, we all agreed that life is just easier when you look out for your fellow man and share what has been bestowed upon you. We hope to keep this attitude alive and continue Afrika Burn’s traditional Spirit of Giving as often as possible. Won’t you join us?

Many thanks to Dan and Benitha for taking us new-comers under their wings. To Keelan and Indigo, thanks for reminding us what it’s like to see things through the excited eyes of a “kid.” And to our new American friends, Jane and Meridith, we could not have asked for better people with whom to dwell in the desert. Can’t wait to meet up in the USA. Maybe Myrtlewood will even show for the next event! 😉

To check out more about Afrika Burn, visit their website.









Safari Know-How in Southern Africa (on a Budget)

Zebra Hugs

Lions and Cheetahs.  Leopards and Elephants.  Rhinos, Hippos, Buffalos, Zebras, Giraffes and more.  You’ve seen it on Nat Geo or Discovery and you’ve most likely said “someday, I want to do that.”  But, safaris are pricey adventures, right?  Google “Safari Africa” or “Safari South Africa” and seeing packages for a week costing over $10,000 USD, you’d soon be led to believe that you’d have to seriously break the bank in order to witness these gorgeous creatures completely in their element.  Not so.  Leave it up to us to find a less expensive way of getting it done.  Here’s the nitty gritty on where best to find the Big 5 (Lion, Leopard, Black Rhino, Elephant, Buffalo) in Southern Africa and doing it on the cheap.

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How to Avoid Paying Bribes to Corrupt Police Officers Worldwide

Remember the last time you were abroad and were constantly getting pulled over or stopped by police, then asked for paperwork that doesn’t exist, fire extinguishers that don’t exist, and threats to take your license or passport to the capital 400 miles away?  Most times all these corrupt jerks wanted was a bribe and through bitten tongue, you ponied up.  Well, fear not, we’ve figured out how to avoid paying the bribe and you can too.  Just follow this simple advice and chances are you’ll be on your way!  BTW, we highly recommend color-photocopying and laminating your driver license for these exact scenarios and never, ever, giving up your passport.  Worst case scenario, tell them to keep the (fake) license!

5 Free Volunteer Opportunities in Livingstone, Zambia

If you would like to volunteer for free in Livingstone, Zambia, see one of these great projects.

It has come to the point where googling “volunteering in (fill in the country)” only produces a list of expensive programs, costing up to $2000 USD a week. We have heard many travelers complain about having to pay to volunteer, especially when the large sums of money don’t appear to go to the cause. It’s our hope that this guide to Zambian volunteer opportunities will be used by those who wish to give of time and talents, without depleating the Zambian kwatcha in their wallets.

Children at Nakatindi School.

1. Nakatindi Primary School:

A growing community with over 5,000 impoverished people sends their children to the free gradeschool nearby. Pre-school through seventh grade attend The Nakatindi Primary School and teachers are always looking for assistance since class sizes reach up to 45 children per teacher. If you plan on teaching, bring extra pencils, sharpeners, paper and any other teaching aids you wish to use, as materials and supplies are limited. Even if you just wish to read to the students for an hour a day, you may arrange brief visits with the school, too. Remember, some of the students still can not read, so reading to them is key. The school currently has an extensive amount of English books from which to choose, or you can bring some of your own to donate to their collection. Are you looking for a building project? Nakatindi School is currently in need of help building their kitchen and bathroom facilities.

Contact: Rosie Kopakopa, Administration, Phone: 0968092751

OR Choongo Lewis, Headmaster, Phone: 0977344710

Location: 12 km outside of Livingstone, accessible by taxi.

2. Youth Community Training Center:

This organization was formed to provide underprivileged youth with a trade skill to equip them for success. The vulnerable students are aged 15-25 and come from the streets, the sex trade industry, cross-border trading, and other unpleasant ways of life. Carpentry, masonry, welding, tailoring, catering and computers are a few areas that are taught at the YCTC. Not sure how to help? Check out this list to find your niche.

  • Will you be going back to the USA after your trip? Offer to take a package of pre-sold items back, and post mark them from your homestate, saving the YCTC money on shipping. If there is nothing pre-sold, you may wish to take orders from family and friends back home, making your own craft sale to raise money for the YCTC.
  • Are you able to teach a trade? You may wish to volunteer as a guest teacher if you have something to teach these students!
  • Are you planning on buying crafts or furniture in Africa? Let the center make these special items for you. 100% of proceeds go to the YCTC.
  • Hosting an event in Livingstone? Let the YCTC cater it, giving the culinary students real-life experience.
  • Want to donate money? Sponsor a youth for one year by setting up a scholarship through the office. Costs per student are K736,000 or $150 USD. Some youths can not afford this schooling fee and end up back on the streets.
  • Ask where they could use your talents when you visit the center or stop into Olga’s Restaurant to learn more about their NGO, which helps the YCTC.

Contact: Ms. Bwalya, Phone: 0977884568 or 0977143943

Location: 5 km  from the city center. Libuyu, next to Maria Assumpter Basic School.

3. Sports Volunteering:

Build confidence and teach communications skills by playing sports with children and teenagers at a community center. Whether its soccer, netball or volleyball, the ports fans will love to have you participate. Weekly games are played around 5 pm, weather permitting.

Contact: Amit, the owner of Café Zambezi hosts weekly games at Bharat Sports Camp. Phone: +260 978978578

Location: About 4 km from the city center, accessible by taxi or ride share from Amit.

4. Orphanage Help:

Visit the Lubasi Children’s Home to play with the orphans of Livingstone. Jollyboy’s, the main backpacker of Livingstone, has a free shuttle departing at 3 pm on Sundays. Sign up at the front desk ahead of time. Want to volunteer on another day? Just call Jollyboy’s and they will help arrange your stay, give you directions, and answer any questions you may have.

Contact: JollyBoys Hostel, 34 Kanyata Rd. Phone: +260 213 (32 4229), Email: jollybs@zamnet.zm, Skype: backpackzambia, Located in Livingstone City Center, across from Spar Grocery Store, behind the museum, off of Mosi-O-Tunya Rd.

Location: Shuttle leaves from JollyBoys Hostel.

5. Crocodile Farm:

The Gwembe Crocodile Farm may have opening for animal volunteers when you are in town. Visit their site to see more info on this!

Contact: Email- safari@afrizim.com

Location: Only a few km. from Victoria Falls!

Cape Town to Namibia: The Must-Do Activities

View from atop Table Mountain, Cape Town

Cape Town

Cape Town is pretty incredible.  First off, it’s stunning.  Nestled between the Atlantic Ocean, several bays, and the backdrop of Table Mountain, it’s pretty hard to beat for picturesque beauty.  Considering the city’s proximity to Wine Country, beaches and National Parks, not to mention near-perfect year-round weather, a great food scene, awesome music, and more culture than you can handle (this is Africa after all),  it’s no wonder that it has topped the list two years running for Best City for Tourists.

View to Camps Bay from Lion's Head in Cape Town

So, what to do, what to do.  Schneids and I like the outdoors so we were quick to climb Table Mountain and were  woefully underprepared, lacking ample food and water. (We actually were taking timed swigs every 10 minutes to conserve.)  It’s great at the top, no doubt, but if time is tight in town, save your hiking legs for nearby Lion’s Head.  It’s far less strenuous, more fun, and the 360-degree panam views are absolutely ridiculous.  City to beach, Table Mountain to the Twelve Apostles coastal range, you can see it all.  Time your summit with sunset, pack some wine and a flashlight and you’re in for a treat.

Live Music at Mama Africa on Long Street

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Okavango River Delta Sustainable Tourism

The grounds are kept by local members of the Polers' Trust and are peacefully located on the river.

The Okavango Polers Trust runs MbiRoBa, a community-based camp in northern Botswana.

Part of traveling responsibly is gaining insight into how the community is affected by visitors. The townspeople of a remote region in Botswana have created a significant organization to support over 500 of their inhabitants. The Okavango Polers Trust creates jobs for villagers and teaches them about tourism. By guiding boat trips, selling crafts and maintaining the grounds, the members of this organization are able to share in the proceeds of their camp.  Continue reading “Okavango River Delta Sustainable Tourism”

Shark Bait for a Cause

Chumming for Great White Sharks

Fright never revealed itself to us. Amazement, respect, giddy underwater screams- yes. But we never felt scared. Weird, considering great white sharks surrounded us, gnashing at tuna heads attached to the ends of bait lines and protruding their noses though the gaps in our metal cage.
White Shark Projects, winner of the International Ecotourism Award, focuses on the conservation of Great White Sharks through responsible tourism and research. In 1991 this company was instrumental in getting the species protected under South African law, as the population was on the verge of extinction. Even so, it is believed that only 3,500 great white sharks are left, partially because an adult shark jaw can make its owner $100,000 richer. This number of existing sharks puts the species at a higher risk of extinction than tigers, which are often thought of as one of the most endangered animals on the planet. Considering that a great white female needs to grow to 5 meters before she can breed for the first time, and she won’t reach sexual maturity until 15-20 years, sharks must outlive their biggest predator: humans. The maximum lifespan of these creatures is believed to be more than 30 years, keeping the ecosystems of the ocean in check the entire time. Seeing the efforts this organization makes to restore the population and keep the sea’s ecosystem balanced, we felt comfortable touring with them.

Participating in the "White Shark Project's" cage dive!

The waters where the Indian Ocean meets the Atlantic seemed decently calm at 6 am, but I dug into my stash of meds from around the world and found some expired motion sickness relief pills from Indonesia -hey, 2008 was a good year and it was better than nothing! We had heard horror stories about people who fed the sharks, with their sick bellies perched on the starboard side and I didn’t want to risk missing my turn in the cage due to nausea.
After a homemade breakfast and briefing, we boarded a double decker boat and drove for a short 20 minutes to the site. Since we were a bit sleepy due to waking at 3 am for the mini bus ride and taking the mystery pills, we chose to check out the scene from the top deck first instead of suiting up into 7 mm wetsuits as the first cage divers did.
From the boat’s second level we could spot a seal colony, the inhabitants lazily sunbathing on a rocky island. Because they had just given birth to their pups, our tour guides suspected this location would be infested with passing sharks, preying on easy, baby seal appetizers. Just to be sure, one of the deck hands threw a bucket of fish guts and anchovy oil overboard to tempt the sharks. And did that work well! In ten minute’s time, a three-meter-long shadow appeared, circled our boat and eventually lurked closer to the tuna head bait. Because this organization doesn’t want to feed the sharks artificially, the ship mate yanked in the bait rope, luring the shark closer to the five tourists in the cage. But the female great white was hungrier than anticipated and propelled out of the water to grab the bait. Although White Shark Projects tries not to feed the sharks, these creatures can swim in bursts of 50-60 km/ hour and sometimes are too quick for the deckhand to yank away the bait. See our video, taken from the top deck!

Soon we were wriggling into wet suits ourselves and sliding into icy waters, barred in next to the boat.

Wet suits on and ready to dive!

The cage lid closed about 3 feet above the water level, giving us plenty of space to breathe until instructed to dunk under water to witness passing sharks. Fitted with goggles, we practiced the dunk, keeping hands off the outside bars and peering out at hundreds of fish. The school swarmed our cage, swirling in formation and loving the cocktail of fish guts and oyster sauce that was meant to draw in the big guys! After we had no air left in our lungs, we popped back up to wait for the real deal. About 4 minutes later, the captain shouted, “Dunk down. Down. DOWN!” with a quick breath, we submerged ourselves and saw a beast right before our eyes. Her mouth was slightly curved in a smirk, giving the impression that she could have us if she wanted us badly enough. But she swam by peacefully, drifting close to the bait but never actually attacking it. She was saving her energy. We stayed in the cage for approximately 30 minutes, by the end feeling hands numb and chilled from the water dripping through our wet suits. In this time, we dipped down 14 or 15 times to see spectacular Discovery channel shows, the largest star being a four-meter Great White female.

Because every activity we do seems to need a bit of drama, the last dip was the most exciting. Under water, we glanced toward the bait where a sassy shark grabbed the fish head in her tremendous jaw and swam with the line around the back of the metal cage. Suddenly, we felt a bit out of sorts, as our cage rattled and rocked . The shark was now behind us, under the boat, and had wrapped us like a present with the bait line ribbon. We rocked and shook. She finally detached the fish head and swam to the depths of the ocean, with one last flick of her enormous tail, jolting our cage for the finale. We came up breathless, and the captain said that was enough! With big shivers and bigger smiles, we crawled safely back on board, where we were served sodas, sandwiches and chips and taken back to shore for hot soup and a viewing of our group’s professionally shot video.

Our signature to help spread the word about shark conservation.

Many thanks to those who donated to our sea turtle conservation. Because we had extra funds after working with turtles in Bali, we were able to use the remainder for this ocean adventure and contribute to White Shark Projects’ endeavors.

Orange Ladder Project: A Shopping Spree for a Cause

The Youth Community Training Center of Livingstone, Zambia was created to empower less-fortunate youths and teach them skills to enable them to contribute to their communities. The group is associated  with “The District and Vulnerable Children Committee” and has been recruiting young sex workers, illegal border traders and other poor youths to help them develop to their full potential. The slogan of the group is, “Do not give me a fish, but teach me how to fish.”

The front wall of the center for underprivileged youths.

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48 Hours in London: Time to Reunite

Team Tartiflette sans Schneids

One of the best parts of extended travel is the great friends you make along the way.  No matter where you are in the world there will always be a common bond with that stranger sitting next to you on the bus, sharing the same dorm room, paddling for the same wave, or bellying up to the same bar.  The commonalities are endless but start with being away from home, friends, and fam, being on a budget, having a love for travel and good times, wanting to have incredible experiences, and naming your group of adventurers with silly yet meaningful names.  Fortunately for us, two of these groups of friends are centered in or would be in London around the time we’d be there, so it was only right to catch up, regale each other with more travel stories, and make more memories in the meantime.  This such time had us reuniting with Team Tartiflette, created in Laos in August 2011, and one of the founding members of Bolttin Hardcore, created in Indonesia in July 2011.

Keeping in mind our “good fortune” in getting delayed 24 hours from London to Dubai on Superbowl Sunday and getting a free $400 hotel room and $100 meal at a fancy-pants hotel in London, we were yet again delayed returning to London from Dubai to meet with Team Tartiflette, Joe and Carrie of London, Thomas and Claire from Nice, and of course, the PB Nomads.  But the short weekend was not lost and we met up with the team for some pints of really, really good English beer at a Samuel Smith’s Pub (the exact beer I wished for and received on my 21stbirthday!  Coincidence?  I think not) courtesy of Joe


and Carrie, our gracious local tour guides and hosts.  We had planned a dinner of authentic and very English fish & chips but since fish & chips are holy in England and this being a Sunday, the place was closed, so we audibled to a sinful, albeit amazing, American-style burger joint called Byron in SoHo.  Most, if not all, opted for the Burger, Bourbon and Craft Beer special which quickly made us miss the good ‘ol US of A for in all its glory. This place surely knows how to whip up incredible, fat, juicy burgers; wicked, high-gravity, artisan crafted beers; and sweet, strong, may-I-have-another, bourbons.  The Team, smacking their lips and feeling the buzz of the bourbon and beer, triumphantly agreed.  Bidding farewell to our London guides, we made plans to visit Abbey Road with the French delegation the following afternoon.

New vs. Original

I want you, Abbey Road.  Nearly 10 years have gone by since Erin and I began dating and this album played significance in its creation.  In that all-too-important moment of comparing musical-interests with the “girl you like,” Erin had the Abbey Road CD (as well as an impressive collection of Mason Jennings), thus cementing our relationship from “like” to “love.”  Being my all-time favorite Beatles album and crux of the PB Nomads relationship, it was only right to visit the site of the famous album cover.  Not at all surprising given that we were in London, the weather was cloudy and intermittently  rainy, and upon our arrival to the famous site, the hilarity had already begun.  The crosswalk is a real, active crosswalk at a relatively busy intersection with loads of traffic and even more tourists looking to recreate their own Beatles moment.  Time and time again, when traffic was lightest, tourists would rush into the crosswalk and their invited photographers would dash into the middle of the road, quickly posing and snapping as many photos as possible before horns began blaring and traffic lined up waiting for the “pedestrians” to cross.  Soon enough it was our turn and the picture turned out pretty darn good, with the passing of Peanut Butter– our prop to remember.  We dined on fish & chips with Thomas and Claire for lunch before bidding them farewell, hoping to meet up again soon, this time in the USA or France.

The French Abbey

That evening, the 48 hours of reunions continued and we met with Nick “Magico” of Bolttin Hardcore fame, whom we met in Indonesia.  We took the tube over to his hood and met at Tayyabs for Paki/Indian food, London’s second-most famous cuisine thanks in part to its abundance of immigrants over the last two centuries and its highly-traveled, worldly citizens.  It was, hands-down, the most delicious Pakistani food we had ever tried, and to make things even better, was actually affordable compared to the oft-expensive London eateries.  Nick treated, much to our protest, because “we were still traveling.”  These are the Good Karma rules of the road and we begrudgingly obliged, forever in debt to all of our good fortune and amazing hosts through the years, and eager to pay it forward again to visiting travelers in the USA.  So, next time you’re in London, go to Tayyabs!  Catching up with Nick was such a pleasure, as he stayed in Indo long after we had left and then continued onto the Philippines before returning home.  Responsible for arranging our amazing sailing trip around Komodo and Rinca Islands in Indonesia, he will forever be known as Magico.  Speaking loudly to the strength of Bolttin Hardcore, we had one last pint before bidding farewell, and were off to the airport for our flight to Cape Town, where we’d be reuniting with the last two members of Bolttin Hardcore, “Roger the First Mate” and “Sue Sea Q.”  We still need to see Captain Iggy Poppins and only Erin got to see Rio in SF in January.  Not fair!

Bolttin Hardcore: Reunite!

Well, until next time Team Tartiflette and Bolttin Hardcore, thank you for everything and looking forward to the next adventure, wherever that may be!