
becky and i picked up our car for the start of our road trip down the Garden Route (south western part of South Africa), in Port Elizabeth. we asked for directions to the main road from the rental agency, and i hear the agent saying some signs/landmarks we will see, not realizing that a "robot" is not really an android or statue, but a traffic light.
we explored part of the Tsitsikamma National Park today, and had dinner at a restaurant recommended by our B&B host...the direction included "turn left at the light and drive over the mountain..." right, just a mountain. it was worth it though, we ended up eating at a place called "Norma Jeans Diner" where the owner was really into American culture in the 50's. anyway, the best part was meeting locals. we were on our way out of the place, when this guy who was sitting at the bar with some friends came after us outside the restaurant, and asked us to join him for a drink. normally my city girl guard would've turned him down, especially since he was a bit loud and possibly drunk, but i thought, "why not? i'm in SA, let's hang with some locals!" (and yes, i did know that SA has one of the highest violent crime rates in the world.) it was harmless enough, these Afrikkans were friendly, and our bartender, Marissa, was looking out for us by telling the boys to behave and not be rude, etc. in the end, we learned a little about life there, and i learned to say "dankie" ("thank you").