Karabo sang for us with Sihle. They were in perfect harmony and really lifted the mood of everybody who was so sad to go.

The people organising the trip asked us if there was anything that they could do to make the trip better, like making it longer, including more day trips, more days at the school, etc.

We suggested making the whole trip up to three weeks, spending more time in Pezulu and more days to ourselves (Although another trip to Gold Reef City wouldn’t have gone amiss).

We then spent about ten years on the roof outside which was very high up playing games that the South Africans had taught us. We got a good view of the city and some people decided to count how many stairs there were in the very long staircase (there were a LOT).

When the meeting had ended, practically everybody was in tears. There were hugs all round and we were sobbing all the way home.

At the hotel, our eyes were only just dry when Basetsana came in to the hotel! We felt a little daft…but… then the goodbyes happened all over again and they left for good.

We got on the plane bound for Glasgow and had dinner onboard.

The plane journey was as long as the first one but seemed longer as almost all of our holiday was behind us. It was overnight and when we woke up, our feet seemed to be at least twice their size. Eew.

At last we got in to the airport and we all saw our parents again. Ah, happiness.

Our holiday might have been over but our friendships had just begun