Some travellers will hire a posh car air-conditioning included, with an enquiry for bullet-proof windows, but will not hire a GPS for an extra ZAR50 per day?
Armloads of maps are spread over the dining table and they will enquire thus:
"How far is it to Pemba, my love?"
I, going the extra mile will google and authoritatively announce:
"Do you wish to travel to Mozambique, Zambia or Zanzibar?"
As our airport has been renamed three times, from Jan Smuts International to Johannesburg International.
It is now O R Tambo International, and as some people are not busy enough have renamed streets in Johannesburg.
What was once, say, Andries Aardvark Avenue, has been renamed Satlahopmate Sinklalegatholo Street.
"Could you pronounce that street name for us and spell it, my dear? We've only just arrived!"
One guest who lost his way from the airport to Terrylin, was so impressed with Steven's Tom-Tom that he bought it from him.
Steven then bought a Garmin and spent some time 'phoning someone to add Terrylin as a 'Point of Interest Accommodation' and 'Home'.
I now understand the meaning of Boys and their Toys.
When Steven drives to the corner shop which he can do with his eyes closed, he taps on the Garmin.
On his return he will press 'Home', and as he whooshes through the front gate, he is duly notified that he has "Now Reached his Destination."
When I am bored, I read - Really Ghetto.
Some dipstick couldn't afford a Garmin it seems and glued a globe onto his car's dashboard.
Happy Travels, Boet...
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