Steven welcomed the Benedicto's late last night.
According to Mrs Bendicto, her stupid husband refused to pay for a Garmin and they were on their way to God-knows-where!
This morning there was bedlam in the bedroom.
When they emerged, I crouching under the counter and expecting four black shiners, was heartily told:
"Don't mind us, we're Italian!"
After breakfast and armed with the Lonely Planet Guide, I was asked the directions to Sabie.
"Take the N4 to Nelspruit. Then take the R40 to Hazyview."
They were lost on the N4, and their eyes had a hazy view.
"No, no, no," they bellow in unison, "in Italia, in Italia!!"
I then noticed their Lonely Planet Guide was in Italian with the directions in bold print.
The Benedicto's, arms flapping, have another go:
"You are stupid!"
"No, you are stupid!"
Then, they hug and kiss.
"We have been married for forty years," beams Mrs.
"And, will be married for another forty," confirms Mr. "What is the quickest way to the airport?"
"While you are there," I say, "It will be best to hire a Garmin.",
"I told you, you are stupid," says Mrs.
And, off they go, laughing and waving...