So it's over.
I'm not really sure what to say, or where to start, but the past 2.5 weeks have been some of the best days of my life.
Three English ghosts flew halfway across the globe to sing, scream, dance, laugh, record songs, break things, drop guitars, fix things, photograph sunsets, play with lions, eat loads, ascend mountains, skin up, sleep in beds, sleep on floors, sleep on trains, sleep on planes, read comics, stare at stars, play video-games, watch bands and wear cardboard robot helmets with us, here, in South Africa. And it was all awesome.
Once I've caught my breath I'll be do some posts with details of how Johnny Foreigner's South African tour played out. Till then; peace out cats.