I never thought I would say that I survived being thrown in a washing machine, being tumbled on high, water choking me as gasped for air.

That's genuinely what I felt like after attempting to surf for the first time in South Africa. Never. Again.

I had been in Johannesburg for three weeks, when my friend decided that we needed to take the one day we had free, to adventure to Cape Town.

11 hours in Cape Town. Can you make it worth it?

From the moment our plane landed, our feet were on the ground ready to explore. I knew this was one of those times I would remember for the rest of my life, that I was holding an insurmountable privilege to experience these things, and I needed to hold tightly to gratitude.

The next few months I would spend crossing the borders into Zambia Zimbabwe and Malawi.

Chasing chameleons, indulging in the native mangos grown in our the backyard, and watching the sun set over our line of wet clothes.