I have arrived to the African continent, cradle of mankind (and of the origins of so much music and dance that dominates my cultural life)!

I thought about the Americas ride, and about Jay. We finally made it buddy. I hope I don't get any flat tires!

The first question from the Immigration officer was, "Let me see your return ticket".

"I don't have a return ticket, I'm riding my motorcycle out of the country."

Needless to say, I wasn't off to a good start. Without proof of my intention to leave South Africa, I would be required to deposit 4000 rands (about $550US), and I wouldn't see that money until well after I had exited the country, if ever.

I decided rather than plunk down 4000 rands, if they wanted an exit ticket, I would buy one. Escorted by one of the officials, I proceeded to South African airways counter and bought the cheapest ticket to another country I could. For 1300 rands I bought a ticket to Namibia--and the problem was solved. (Of course, I was out ~ $180 US).

I took a cab to Sea Point, a beautiful district of Cape Town where I would be staying with some friends. I soon could see what a gorgeous city Cape Town is--similar in many ways to San Francisco.

The cab driver pointed out Robben Island, where Nelson Mandela spent 18 of his 27 prison years. I put that at the top of my list of "must sees".

After getting settled in, I ventured out and soon found that Cape Town has more Internet cafes than San Francisco has Chinese laundries--its incredible.

It was lucky for us too, since I decided that lugging a laptop was not a good idea.

Later that evening I met Barney Len and his son Robert who is a 21 year old network administrator. They were great and very excited to have a new guest in the house.

I soon learned of Barney's love of Jazz music, especially Stan Getz. We smoked cigars, drank wine, and took turns selecting music.

Stephanie was scheduled to arrive the next day, which was fine since I needed some time to adjust to the serious jet lag I was suffering.