Death in a tin can

I agonised about whether to be honest in this post. But I will. Mum, look away now.

Just drove a 20 min bout across Pretoria to interview this guy. And it was the scariest thing I've ever done in my life.

Reading the map at the same time as trying not to forget to change gears, and getting lost... Man it's good everyone here drives badly.

I stalled at this T-junction that was going onto a very busy road, and nearly ended up in the face of oncoming traffic. And that wasn't even the motorway. The motorway I promised Paul I'd drive him back to the airport on tomorrow...

I think it's just nerves rather than incompetence. And driving a new car - no two are alike I'm discovering.

On the bright side, my reverse parking was spot on, twice, and I've never done that when there have been cars on both sides before. Always something.

Luckily, coming in from Century City where Cousin lives will be really slow as there are massive queues. I can do that, having learned to drive in London. So I'll rent a car of my own from Monday and cross my fingers. Can't get better without practice. And Cape Town driving is more chilled than Pretoria driving, they say.

I sure hope so.