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A slow start

I was feeling unwell upon waking, so we decided to proceed cautiously and limit our activities to visiting Croc World today. My teenage brother was discreetly relieved, as he is not naturally inclined to early mornings.

We had breakfast at approximately ten o’clock, which I considered somewhat late. I ordered an omelette with ham, feta cheese, and caramelized onions—an exceptionally well-balanced combination. The flavors were salty, creamy, and sweet, creating an experience that could only be described as exceptional. The accompanying toast was unnecessary; I typically do not eat it at home and decided to not have the toast

Gearing up

At the villa, I organized my medications, consumed a. Drink with me and confirmed that my wheelchair was fully charged. Additionally, my mother verified that I had packed everything necessary.

Subsequently, we arranged to pick up Auntie Debbie, her son, and his acquaintance Kate, who joined us for the morning prior to heading to their respective workplaces. They brought their own vehicle to allow for flexibility in departure times. Nonetheless, Auntie Debbie traveled with us in the vehicle.

Snakes and goats

Croc World was not entirely accessible due to uneven terrain and rough paths; however, my wheelchair has previously managed Finnish forests, so navigating South Africa was feasible.

We rushed over to the snake-handling session, just in time for the scheduled activities. Every participant was given the opportunity to participate, including my sister—who has a significant fear of snakes—yet she was able to hold one. I was very proud of her.

The next animals were the goats. My sister has long desired to have one as a pet, and she was very enthusiastic. However, I was less impressed. My mother assured me that the goats would not approach me, yet one unexpectedly jumped onto my knee.

To complicate matters, the animal ingested our map and receipt. Fortunately, we had spare copies. Typical goat.

Travel Tip: Always keep a spare map or download a digital copy — you never know when a goat might take an interest in the map.

Facing the crocodile’s

We grabbed lunch — a panini, chips, and a bit of Dad’s salad for me — before heading to the croc enclosure for the 3 p.m. session. This was the big moment: holding a crocodile.

During my visit to Florida, I chickened out, but this occasion, I successfully handled a juvenile crocodile myself. The handler even mentioned the possibility of naming one after me. My mother was visibly proud and remarked, “You have a crocodile named after you—how impressive is that?”

I joked, “Bet they didn’t get the spelling right.” Still counts, though.

We also met Henry, a crocodile that’s 124 years old, making him one of the oldest known crocodiles alive today. Mum recalls seeing him during a school trip when she was a young girl in the 1950s. Can you imagine? School trips in the UK back then were rarely as extraordinary as this.

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Afterward, I visited the gift shop, where I purchased a mug, as it is customary to acquire multiple mugs. Additionally, we informed the cashier about the details of ‘my crocodile.” Auntie Debbie generously provided beverages for everyone, and I remained energized with my Coke Zero during the return journey.

Dinner at Ocean Basket

After a quick rest back at the villa, we got ready for dinner. Tonight’s choice: Ocean Basket, a South African seafood chain Mum and Dad had first tried in Cyprus.

We collected Debbie and her husband Elle, who guided us through Galleria Mall to the restaurant. The meal began with dough balls accompanied by dips, which were exceptionally good. Subsequently, I ordered the fish platter with rice. Although it arrived somewhat cold, it remained flavorful. My mother explained that Ocean Basket is primarily a fast-food seafood restaurant rather than a fine dining establishment, which is an accurate characterization.

We subsequently completed the drop-off of Debbie and Elle at their residences, then returned to the hotel to rest. Rest was necessary, as the following day involved a three-and-a-half-hour journey to the safari.