So, I left you with this image last week:
See, most of our accommodation in South Africa was self-catering. And two of us quite like to cook—not coincidentally, the same two who did most of the supermarket runs. One of which came at the end of a five-hour drive en route to an ostrich farm in the country, when we had 30 minutes to buy 3 days’ worth of food for six people. We were a little bit punchy, and everything was in Afrikaans. Suffice to say, it didn’t take much discussion when my friend BC spotted a box full of ostrich eggs sitting under the regular chicken’s eggs and nudged me meaningfully. How often do you get an opportunity like that?