Walking along Jonker during the day before we were due to check-in.
At one of the famous geographer cafe, which is visited mostly by foreigners.
Christmas lights at the hypermart.
At the unbelievably terribly hotel, which we will never return to, Ever! Even though Zylan was still enjoying himself a fair bit climbing here and there.
I bought him a tambourine and a chinese drum at the Jonker street night market. To enhance his musical skills... :-p
That's what it is really for....to keep him occupied even for just one minute.
The next morning, Zylan was awoken by the Nokia ringing tone from the corridor. He jumped up and called "Kong Kong". Thanks to the efficiently thin hotel room door, and some un-cle's(!) Nokia phone, we were all awake by 7!
After breakfast, we packed and headed off to town, looking for knick knacks and found a toy shop.
We waited outside the toy shop with Zylan asleep on Daddy's shoulder, while planing on whether to buy the rocking horse or not.
Conclusion - Zylan did not want the rocking horse. So we left and headed for early lunch.
We went to bulldog cafe just around the corner. We missed this on our last trip.
Zylan enjoying himself to a pie tee.
Too strong for your little taste buds, my friend?
No-ooo, not hungry.
Enjoying the drinks the most, as usual.
After lunch, while heading back, we stopped over at the crocodile farm.
Largest crocodile
Cowboy got lost...
Opps, that was Daddy.
Highlight of the day, watched the crocs got aggravated and heard their jaws snap(!).
Time to head home with an over exhausted baby.
