The Gilbeys met me in the lobby of the Royal Country Inn. They were an experienced bunch of travellers, and I soon found out that the son could, if not fluently speak Afrikaans, at least command some of it. He had been in Grahamstown for some time. The father - big guy - in the oil industry, worked in Port Harcourt in Nigeria. Not my favourite spot in the world, but we did talk some on the current spate of rebel attacks on oil workers.
It was freezing cold on Isandlwana. We retreated to the faithful old Condor, or "Kondoor" as I refer to it, where I continued. The weather gods are completely off their nuts this time of the year. Temperatures fluctuate like crazy, with wind and what little rain we have had so far, everything was as dry as a bone. Everything went well, in spite of the weather, and we had a interesting time at Rorke's drift too
The day ended in style, with some harmony being had in the pub of the Royal Country Inn in Dundee, one of my favourite watering holes.