Misty, I think you're there with all you need, truly. So long as your boots are made for walkin' and you've a strap on your sunnies for when you're going full pelt across the veld, and you are sure that the brim of your hat is sturdy enough not to flop over your eyes at speed

(always a fun one, that, but then you don't get to see the yawning aardvark holes your horse is merrily picking its way round!!...)
My mind is racing with what might happen when a pair of padded pants meets a thornbush - do they explode??? No, but seriously, sorry about my sorry butt tales, but I can be a bit of a numpty and never have the forethought to prepare such as you - vaseline and rumpypumps or whatever they're called, here we go!
You're all set for a cracking time. If you see Laura and Shane Dowinton as part of your Dinaka leg, give them a big hug from Hen, tell them I haven't fallen off the planet (but plenty of horses, heh

, no change there then) and try to explain to them how addictive this western marlarkey is, which explains where I've got to!! Have a brilliant holiday.