Just outside of Hillcrest, about half an hour from Durban is the stunning Inanda Dam reserve. It's amazing how you can drive two hundred meters past the Camelot golf-estate-cum-fortress-for-rich-people; and suddenly be in the most rural Kwazulu-Natal, with goats, cows and various other wildlife walking and lying in the road.

Such as this. Look at this. These guys are the most ridiculous example of dickheadedness I've seen in a while. They were literally sprawled out over the one lane of the road. Why?! What is wrong with the damn grass, which stretches over miles of untouched hills? Are they so daft that they'd risk their lives just for a cheap thrill? Is there something attractive about lying on hard concrete that I'm not aware of? Or maybe they're trying to stop cars to hijack them?

Why else would anyone lie down and relax in the middle of the only busy road leading in and out of Inanda, on a Saturday afternoon? It's hardly relaxing, as you'd have to move out the way everytime the many cars drive past. What is wrong with these people?! Seriously.

And we all wonder why the pedestrian death rate is so high in KZN. It's not irresponsible drivers, it's the daft public at large that literally beg to be run flat.

Nevertheless, the entire area is incredibly beautiful, mostly because it's still so wild. This is a result of the land surrounding the dam being owned by the tribe that lives on it, and it is protected by many stringent ownership laws which means that you can't buy a plot for love, money or bribery.

That doesn't stop crazy guys like us from setting up camp and spending the day being dragged around the lake behind a roaring rubber-duckie. I discovered that wakeboarding is not as easy as it looks, and that skiing will cause you more pain than a game of full contact rugby. I still can't clench my fist from the stiffness.

How would you interpret this sign? We decided that it had to be "PLEASE SCARE AWAY THE BATS WITH A LARGE MEGAPHONE"!.

Kieshed GrasshopperAnd look what I found in my tent! This poor guy had been trapped since Splashy Fen, when he and his grasshopper buddies had overrun our campsite and gotten into all the clothing and every last container of food. After the harrowing three month ordeal of being sealed in a tent bag, he was still living, albiet only just. His biggest hop carried him a few centimeters at most. Poor guy. I set him free, my good deed for the week.