Ok, they let me in, so watch out

So, this is my first opportunity to comment here. What great bunch of folks! I knew that this trip was going to be filled with excitement the moment we left the ground in Greenville and the wind almost blew the wings off the plane. I proceeded to explain to everyone the origin of the word, turbulence. It's French. Pronounced tur-bu-Lons. Meaning: soiled underware. It's Saturday and we now have our bikes and are eagerly anticipating our ride tomorrow. Duane is looking forward to outrunning a baboon! That's only if it doesn't take his bike first! last night we had a fabulous meal at Sam's parents home...a more traditional South African meal. Steve refrained from eatinng with his hands and found other ways to entertain us. We've been to the top of Table Mountain. . . what a beautiful sight! I really do have the urge to parasail off the edge. Hey kids now that you are married, are you still considered orphans if my chute doesn't open? Well, it's time for breakfast. More later...